fandomhigh | Summer Camp Wednesday [The Docks], Wednesday, May 16, 2018, mid-morning

Anakin stood on the edge of the docks, a dozen rowboats bobbing the water around him. The clouds above were looking threatening (and kind of...not gray, which was odd), but so far the day had been dry. There was a set of bleachers (with canopies above them) set up for any spectators to cheer from, and the ambitious vendors from Mooby's were selling burgers and fries.

"Welcome to our first day of summer camp activities," Anakin yelled through the megaphone he'd acquired from...somewhere. "Our first community building activity will be a teachers versus students rowing race from here to the Isle of Ikea. The winning team receives a Big Mouth Billy Bass because I don't want it in my house any more, and all the Swedish meatballs they can eat. The losers get sore arms and the pleasure of not owning a singing fish award. In the event of a rowboat flipping, our PE instructor Steve Rogers will be out on a jet ski for rescue missions."

He looked at all the contestants. "I'll know if you're capsizing on purpose. Also, he's not that good looking. Contestants, please put on your life preservers while I call out the teams. For the students: Sabine and Beaker, Astrid and Jason, Rufus and Aloy, Theron and Tip, Norman and Khadgar, Peebee and Bobby, and Jaylah and Peridot. For the teachers: Amaya and Tony, Kanan and Magnus, Reno and Jenkins, Cara and Deadpool, and Liam and Zoe. Racers, man--or woman, or other--your ships."

Once everyone was in place, Anakin raised his hand. "On your marks, get set...go!"

...And that was when it started pouring rainbow colored-rain.

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Jono wasn't even going to try to get to the binoculars before the squirrels did. He was here mostly for an excuse to get out of the house anyway, and since he didn't have any classes to teach in New York today, he figured he might as well be here. He found a place to sit in the bleachers, perfectly content to settle in and watch from a distance.

Fortunately, Hannibal had brought a small pair of...okay, they were what he tended to use for opera glasses if he couldn't get close seats, but they were binoculars!

He came over, sipping coffee from his thermos, and handed the binoculars to Jono. "Do you have a favorite?"

Jono looked out at the racers and just sort of shook his head, bemused.

//Don't actually know most of them,// he admitted. //I think that might be a sign that I need to get out more.//

He recognized Tip! And Bobby and Deadpool and Tony, of course. He and Cara had talked a couple of times? And Zoe was Zoe...

"Perhaps," Hannibal agreed. "I recognize those I've had as students." He was rather rooting for Peridot; she was amusing. "And the teachers." He was definitely not rooting for Deadpool; he had a feeling he and that fish would be a match nobody on the island needed.

"You could always teach that class you threatened Ringo with."

//I could,// Jono agreed, amused. //She won't be back until autumn, anyhow. Gives me plenty of time to come up with a syllabus, though I might've preferred a summer course. Shorter that way."

Less food waste.

"Should you need help with a syllabus, let me know." Hannibal smirked. "Should you need help with anything other than tasting the food, let me know."

He wasn't eating that.

//Rounding up quality ingredients, perhaps,// Jono replied, amused. //They'll be taste-testing their own food, however it turns out. I want them to at least start with something that can be made into a decent dish.//

Hannibal nodded. "I would be happy to help. If I may watch the results."

//You can absolutely watch the results,// Jono agreed. //Hell, if you wouldn't mind keeping an eye out for cooking mistakes that might actually hurt somebody...//

He didn't want students eating something that could kill them, no matter how funny it was to watch them recoil at bad flavours.

"I suppose I could do that."

Oh, all right; Hannibal would absolutely not want any of the children to come to harm. Most of them seemed good right now, and anyway Jono would kill him.

"So long as the ingredients are good, there's little they could do that would be worse than unpalatable."

//It's not even necessarily just the quality of the food,// Jono noted. //Unless I plan on giving them ingredients that have been pre-chopped and that don't involve cooking, I suppose.//

Raw chicken was still raw chicken. There were some vegetables that came with risk of poisoning if they weren't at least cooked through before being served. Hannibal, you knew this.

He had to watch their cooking, too? That might be more painful. Or humorous, depending.

"I forget sometimes that not all the students may be as skilled as mine seem to be."

Well, he had taught Alluka, but she suffered less from lack of skill and more from distraction. And it had been years since he'd had to teach Isabella.

"You should see if Karla would be willing to judge the food. As penance, perhaps."

Jono managed to actually look slightly more pained at that suggestion.

//Judge it? Knowing my luck, she'd give them pointers.//

Hannibal chuckled. "If we aren't eating the food, it could still be interesting."

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