Sleeping With Your Eyes Open, January 10, 2018, 3rd period

[sith_happened]

"Right," Anakin said, slapping a huge briefing paper on each student's desk as they arrived. "Another key problem in diplomacy is trying to keep up with all of the studies and briefings and fights via email about your area of expertise. Here's a hint: you never will. So you will need to learn to skim quickly and be able to talk with authority with very little actual knowledge."

Somewhere Obi-Wan was despairing of Anakin's technique.

"To that end, you have ten minutes to read the tome in front of you and then brief the class on this, your new area of expertise." He smiled. "And pray that no one in the room has more actual expertise than you do."

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Re: Talk!

[midichlorianfail]

"They're rodents, people eat them," Theron said with a shrug. "Kinda cute. Probably not as cute as the ones in herds."

Definitely cuter than a womp rat, though.

Re: Talk!

[sith_happened]

Everything was cuter than a womp rat. Well, not Hutts, but everything else.

"People eat them?" Anakin said. "How are they served?"

Re: Talk!

[midichlorianfail]

"Any of the ways you'd usually cook an animal about this size." Theron held his hand up about half a metre apart. Apparently he didn't consider their size worthy of mentioning. Because, again, womp rats. "They're a traditional staple, so it's really going to depend on the cook."

Re: Talk!

[sith_happened]

"How do you prefer it?" Anakin asked.

Since he was the fake expert and all.

Re: Talk!

[midichlorianfail]

"Fried on a stick." IF there was one thing Theron had learnt about food travelling with Master Zho, it was inevitably someone decided to fry it and put it on a stick.