fandomhigh | Laying Low for Beginners, Thursday, Period 1

The kid at the front of the room today, for better or for worse, was definitely the teacher of this class, yes. He was a bit on the short side, being only fifteen and not having quite hit a growth spurt just yet, with a brown robe over his too-practical-to-be-fashionable tunic and pants, all of which were in shades of white, black, or brown.

Oh, and he had the same stupid hair as Anakin. It was a whole thing.

He probably felt about as out of place as he looked, if that was any consolation.

"Uh, hi," he said, awkwardly. "I'm Caleb. And I guess I'm a teacher today." It would be good practice for when he was a Master himself, someday. Right? "I'm supposed to be teaching about laying low, but that's a little bit out of my area of expertise, but I think I've figured out a lesson that can benefit everyone in the room anyway. It's actually pretty simple. The whole lesson? Ask questions."

If Master Kenobi or Master Windu had been in the room to hear him tell that to a whole class full of students, they probably would have groaned and buried their faces in their hands. Caleb had a bit of a reputation at the Temple as the one who did entirely too much of that.

"The thing is, you can't really lay low unless you know what kind of situation you're in and what you can use to your advantage. And maybe you'll find yourself on a planet you don't know, or in a situation you haven't encountered before, and simply observing might not be enough. But maybe somebody else will know that one thing you need that can get you through." He ran a hand through his hair, embracing that awkward tell he'd mentioned he once had in a class he couldn't remember teaching, now. "You do need to be careful about who you're talking to and what questions you're asking, I think. I mean, if you ask the wrong person something that immediately identifies you as someone that should be in a lot of trouble, at best they'll try to distance themselves from you, and at worst they'll try to kill you. But if you ask the right questions, if you work your way toward the answer you're trying to get to maybe a little sideways, so that they answer it without even realizing that's what you were looking for, then that's even better, right?"

Yeah, he needed a lot of work before he could ever even think of teaching a Padawan of his own someday. This was way too awkward.

"So, today, we're going to ask questions. That's the whole assignment. There's this game that's entirely about doing that, where one person asks questions and the person answering them can only say yes or no. The one asking the question gets twenty attempts, and if they can't guess what the first person is thinking about in those twenty turns, they lose. So, everybody team up. One of you pick something on the island that your partner is likely to be at least sort of familiar with, and give that a try."

Yes, Caleb was assigning a game of Twenty Questions today. Which was probably at least slightly more fun than Kanan's planned lesson of self-evaluation and trying to figure out your own weaknesses, so enjoy this, guys. This, and snickering at his hair.

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"Ahhh!" Tip said, throwing her hands up. "You got it. I knew I shoulda picked someone lower profile."

"It still took me a while," Sabine said, which was a compliment.

"Nine questions," Tip said. "That's not even halfway." She shrugged. "Anyway, your turn."

Sabine thought about it for a moment, and said, "Got something."

Tip nodded and tapped her lip. "Is in the school?"

"Nope," she answered.

"Is it on Fandom Island?"

"Yes. The farthest I've been is that restaurant island."

She'd gotten that from Beaker while rowing to IKEA.

"And you're not going to make me guess things from your universe," Tip said. "I appreciate that. Okay, let's see: is it a person?"

"All my stuff is off limits," she confirmed. "And no."

"So not your armor or anything, either." Although that was already out, since it was in the school. "Is it a building?"

"No. That's four," she said.

"Is it a vehicle?" Tip asked.

Sabine sook her head. "Not a vehicle."

So not a person, building, or vehicle. She wasn't really looking to have to guess a random object. . . . "Is it alive?"

"No. If my first thought was that you meant a sentient rickshaw or something, does that mean I'm acclimating?"

She's only been here a few weeks, too!

Tip laughed. "I think probably it does. But a rickshaw is a vehicle. Okay, let's see . . . is it something you can buy?"

"I would really hope there's no place to purchase this in town," Sabine said. "Nope."

Well. That was an interesting hint. "Is it edible?"

Sabine had to think about how to answer that one. "Not edible," she said carefully.

"Is it gross?"

"Not at all. That's nine."

"Well that's a relief." Tip's brain went to a weird place there, yes. "Wait, you said not edible. Is it drinkable?"

"Yes, though I would advise against it," she said.

"Okay, so it's something that's not for sale on the island, isn't gross, but you don't think people should drink it." She tilted her head. "Is there a lot of it on the island?"

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