fandomhigh | Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2

Today when students assembled for Kanan's class, they'd be directed to the Danger Shop, at least in part because it would be more fun to do this lesson in a simulated environment with more to work with than the classrooms had to offer, but also because he could crank the environmental controls down to be even colder than the classrooms, because screw this weather right up the--

"Morning, guys," he greeted with a grin and a wave of his hand. "I'm gonna skip right over introductions this week, since each and every one of you were in my class last semester, so I can just treat this term as a continuation of the last workshop I had you for."

Which was actually pretty convenient. He didn't have to do any recaps for those who weren't up to speed with the rest of the class, and that suited him just fine.

"This week we're going to cover improvisation; that is, being tossed into an unfamiliar environment and situation, with unfamiliar tools, and still having to figure your way out of an ugly situation." The sim kicked up and suddenly they were all standing in a large toy shop. "Your mission here today is going to be twofold. Your best friend has just invited you to their little cousin's birthday, but has neglected to tell you anything about their cousin. Interests, age, anything. So you need to find something that pretty much any kid can appreciate. That on its own is going to be a gamble. Go for the infant section and an older kid might complain that they aren't a baby. Go for the older kids' toys and you might have a choking hazard situation."

He shrugged.

"Part two of the mission," he said as a giant plush dragon roared to life, "is to not get eaten by that guy."

The dragon stretched its wings, roared, and then started to march a dragony patrol up and down the aisles of the store. In spite of it being a big stuffed toy, every step it took made the floor shake and the shelving rattle.

"You can fight it if you need to, but the only weapons you have at your disposal are whatever you can find in this store. You can avoid it, too, though it might herd you away from whatever toy it is you figure will work best for the party. So," Kanan held up a hand, ticking off two fingers as he spoke, "a gift, don't get eaten, by the end of the class. Your mission will be complete when you make it to the cash registers with a thoughtful gift. And go."

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"Should be," Kanan agreed. "I guess you can only expect so much from darts made out of foam."

Still, she seemed to have done a good job, so Kanan nodded in satisfaction.

"I'm guessing this isn't exactly the 'more of this' you had in mind?"

He liked to keep people on their toes.

"It's an interpretation, but I'm okay with it," she admitted. "Where else would I get to practice any skills while fighting a dragon?"

"Tatooine, I suppose, but krayt dragons are above my pay grade," Kanan replied, shrugging and giving her a grin. "There probably won't be more toy stores for the rest of the summer, at least."

"Which means no more toy weapons?" Look, she was used to the good stuff.

"Which means potentially improvised weapons that were never intended to be weapons at all," Kanan said easily, "but probably no more Nerf guns."

Which made no sense anyway. Who in the world went around shooting nerf?

"I'll take it," she said, shrugging. "I do like new weapons."

Said the girl who by some nuracke had not yet used a bomb in class.

"This isn't an invitation to stick you on some forest moon populated by a sentient race that hasn't achieved electricity yet, is it?"

He could do that, Sabine. The Danger Shop could totally manage Endor.

"Not an invitation," she said. "But, I could handle it."

Kanan looked thoughtfully out at the toy store. In the distance, the dragon blew a stream of bubbles.

"I wonder if they could."

One way to be sure, he supposed.

"As long as you know I won't need or accept credit for this idea."

Blame. She meant she would not accept blame.

"You're too kind," Kanan chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess that means I need to figure out something productive to make you all do."

On Endor, apparently.

"I'm just going to stick to the weapons part here," she said. Because no blame.

"And maybe someday I'll teach a weapons class instead of a class about being inconspicuous," Kanan said, teasing lightly. "When that day comes, I look forward to seeing what you do with it."

"Excel and silently judge," she said with a little smile. She knew her strengths.

"I would expect nothing less," Kanan laughed. "Maybe next summer, then."

He had a limited grasp on any weapons that weren't lightsabers or blaster pistols. He'd need time to research to fill in the gaps for the other four or five weeks.

"Do you not teach during the rest of the year?" Sabine asked.

"I sometimes do," Kanan admitted, and then shrugged. "When I can think up a syllabus that'll carry a class through for a full semester, anyway."

"Hmm. Okay."

Bets on whether she'd start coming up with something?

"You get any good ideas, feel free to fling them my way."

At this point, Kanan was almost banking on it.

"Are there any random things you've considered?" she wondered, just to narrow things down.

Otherwise she was going to research a bunch of weapons and present him with a list.

"Sure," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Though I'd probably get overwhelmed trying to teach more than three or four students how to wield a saber at a time, and unless I drag Hera and her ship into it, another class on exploring this system would be difficult to manage in mine."

"And there is nothing to this system." She was disappointed in it.

"There really isn't. Even the asteroid belt is kind of disappointing," Kanan confided.

So, there was that.

"And I'd take students out beyond this system, but without any idea of what's out there or whether I'd be able to find fuel to come back again, I'd rather not."

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"And our galaxy's a little dicey right now."

Understatement!

"Yeah, I don't care how desperate I am for a class, I'm not throwing a group of Fandom students anywhere near the Empire if I can help it," Kanan sighed.

Rey and Summer were different, okay? Anyway, that had just been a supply run. The once.

"I suppose I could teach... something about mildfulness and meditation," he added, "but I think after fifteen sessions even I'd be sleeping through that."

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