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Practical Diplomacy

Today the class was back in the Danger Shop, but instead of a press conference, it was set up to look like an extremely stuffy reception. Waitstaff of various species wove through the crowd offering appetizers and drinks as people made smalltalk and tried to look and be as interesting as possible.

Anakin hated these events. "Right," he said to the class. "A huge part of your job as a diplomat will be making and maintaining contacts, and excruciatingly dull receptions is an excellent time to do so. Your job today is to find and remember three separate beings' names and what they do while holding a glass of something and eating a plate of appetizers. It's not nearly as easy as it sounds. You must also give them a false name and backstory. Silly accents are entirely optional."

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"...I need your pockets," Uma said coming over to 'Drake Roberts.'

It was possible she didn't understand the exercise. Or maybe the point of the exercise. Or maybe she just didn't care.

"Sure," Bobby said without missing a beat.

"... Wait, why?"

Maybe you should learn to ask that question first, Bobby.

Yeah too late, though. Uma was going to hold him to it.

"Because mine are full," she explained. "I'm not letting this food go to waste. It's coming back to the room with us."

Duh, Bobby. Duh.

That made perfect sense! Of course, Bobby had never had to hoard food out of necessity or anything, but having snacks handy in their room seemed like a good idea.

"Yeah, sure," he said agreeably enough. "Lemme just-" and he was juggling his plate and cup in an effort to free up a hand to take whatever Uma needed to stash. "Whatcha got?"

Uma held out what appeared to be a small platter of crudites. Look, she'd just discovered how good vegetables that weren't rotten tasted. She couldn't get enough. There were also skewers of meat on sticks and more meat in little pastry puffs.

"I'll put more under my hat right before we leave," she muttered.

All of which would probably be frozen by the time they actually made it back to the room but that would just... help it last longer, right?

Bobby grabbed a couple napkins from a nearby table to wrap stuff up in as he filled up his pockets. "Man, magic pockets would be so useful right about now," he said wistfully.

Would they even be able to take it out of the Danger Shop?

"You think this thing's got something like a coat closet?" Uma asked. "Can't do magic pockets, but we might be able to get more pockets."

Depended on if Anakin felt like providing his students with actual food. It certainly tasted real enough?

“That’s a good idea,” Bobby looked around. “There’s probably a coat check or something.”

Anakin was evil though, so it could go either way.

"We go, we grab a couple of coats like we're fetching them for Lord Poncy and Duchess Boredom and fill 'em up with what we whatever we have left."

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