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Getting to Know Your Own Backyard Two, Monday, Period 1

"So, sharks," Kanan said, leaning back against a desk. In a classroom. Students had been sent a message to meet there instead of their usual destination in the junkyard. "We kind of didn't get much of a chance to figure out a destination this week on account of throwing them into the eye of a hurricane. So the Ghost smells like dead fish and the junkyard is... precarious. We're calling in our slack-off week today."

"It was this or make you all clean the cargo hold," Hera said with a wry smile. "So instead we're watching a movie. I was going to go for a holo, but apparently it's hard to get them here, so it's something local instead. This one's supposed to be about space exploration, so at least it's on topic?"

"It's like a lesson in basic space safety," Kanan offered. "One of those 'based on a true story' deals."

Yeah. It was Apollo 13 day.

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Movie Day!

... Which is probably disappointing when you could be exploring Pluto or something.

Peebee

Eric Bittle

Khadgar

Feel free to volunteer to clean the cargo hold of the Ghost if you'd really rather be doing that than watching a movie from the mid-90's so early in the morning.

Eric... still had a lot of baking leftover from his post-shark-spree last night. So while he wasn't going to volunteer to do any cleaning, he was going to sit here behind a small mountain of pastry he'd piled on his desk.

Please, teachers, fellow students, random-passers-by to the classroom... come take some of these pies off his hands.

Yeah, Peebee felt she'd done her part already, and could use some extra food after expending so much energy on her biotics yesterday. So that was her, reaching for a pie.

"Ooo, don't mind if I do."

"Thanks," Eric said, sheepishly grateful. "Things got kind of out of control after the power came back on last night."

You know, as opposed to before, when things in Fandom had absolutely been calm.

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"Did the kitchen come to life and have a party?" Peebee had to know.

"Not... exactly?" Eric said. "I just got in the zone and... pies happened."

"Does that kind of thing happen to you often?" asked Peebee. "Not judging! Plenty of worse things to have happen unexpectedly. Less tasty, too."

"I stress-bake," Eric admitted. "Well, I do it for fun too, but this was definitely a stress-baking situation. I'm not much help when it comes to doing things like... throwing sharks around or whatever y'all were up to, but I can make sure everyone's fed well afterward."

"Whatever you have to do to ease the tension, right?" Peebee asked, shrugging. "At least you're productive about it, and other people get to reap the benefits too."

Since for her stress relief usually involved zero gravity or sex or maybe both.

". . . also this is really good, wow," she added with her mouth full.

Well... ideally at least one other person would be reaping the benefits if sex were involved? One would hope.

Eric couldn't quite hold back a giggle at the sight of Peebee talking with her mouth full. "Aw, thanks. I make much better use of that paring knife when I'm peeling fruit than stabbing monsters." She'd witnessed his attempts at the latter in Isabelle's class, after all.

It was entirely possible that Peebee made sure not to be dignified and graceful and all that other annoying stuff asari were reputed to be.

"See," she said thoughtfully, and paused to take another bite, "around here? Seems like that makes you the unique one. Most people'd rather stab things, or lose their minds and throw sharks into a hurricane, so congrats on being original."

Her tone was flippant, but there wasn't any hint of sarcasm.

You know. That one about the guys who were trying to get to the moon, but then didn't.

At least the science all checked out. Bonus points to that Ron Howard guy for actually getting NASA's input on that one.

". . . wow, they went to the moon in that?"

Several of them were thinking it, and Peebee actually said it. But under her breath, at least.

"That's kind of adorable. But wow."

Okay, so maybe Kanan wasn't as asleep at the desk as he was letting on.

"See? Earth is cute!"

... He had just been vindicated. They tried so hard! It was adorable!

Okay, now he was going to grin sheepishly and put his head back down.

They had a shark in their living room. You get a movie.

Don't mind Kanan.

He's just gonna... you know... nap. With his face down on the desk, not even trying to pretend otherwise.

Hera's mostly just going to stare at the screen in a mix of horror and fascination. They went to the moon in that?

We each listed off several space movies before settling on this one, mostly because neither of us had seen any of the movies the other one listed off.

You guys escaped the trauma of Gravity today!

Also the trauma of Mars Attacks!

I WILL FOREVER VETO MARS ATTACKS.

That and Tremors. My childhood traumas. Surprisingly, I managed to recover from Starship Troopers.

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