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fandomhigh2018-11-16 10:37 am
heroic_jawline) wrote in fandomhigh2018-11-16 10:37 am
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Civics, Friday, November 16, 2017
There were two tiny boys and a distinctly unamused looking Paris Geller at the front of the classroom today. "Hey there," Paris said dryly. "Fandom's being weird again."
The slightly sturdier, dark haired boy shrugged at that assessment. One guess at who that one was. "The house said we had to go to school. This... wasn't what I thought it'd be."
"Yeah, we're both a little disappointed," Paris muttered, looking at the smaller kid who looked like a good stiff breeze would give him consumption or some other old timey disease. "We're talking about the federal holiday of Thanksgiving, and these two wanted to cook for you, but I got here early and managed to save us all from having them burn the school down."
"I know how to make toast," Steve said indignantly. "And popcorn."
Truly a meal for the ages, folks.
"I know how in theory," Tony offered much quieter. Things would possibly catch fire.
"What's 'in theory?' mean?" Steve asked.
"Means I haven't done it yet." Or that it might catch fire, but that wasn't important and Tony would definitely apologize a lot for it.
"So I will be supervising the snack making," Paris said loudly, "while they explain to you what Thanksgiving is all about." From tiny children. So this should be super accurate.
"Its a holiday celebrating the arrival of the pilgrims to the New World," Tony said almost by rote. "Where they almost died, but the people who already lived here gave them food so they wouldn't."
"And so they had a big feast with alllll the things to eat," Steve said, eyes wide because it was the Depression when he was from and all the things to eat hadn't happened for him in a while. "And made sure to say please and thank you."
It was possible Ma Rogers had tacked that part on herself.
Tony nodded in complete agreement with that being a rule. Up there with only speaking when spoken to. "Next time we can ask the cooks to make more food."
The cooks. Yes. Sorry, Paris.
"Cooks?!" both Paris and Steve echoed.
"Um. How about we watch this movie the robot on the house suggested?" Tony said, hiding behind technology from everyone in the room.
"Is that a colored cartoon?!" Steve gawked, sitting down immediately.
The slightly sturdier, dark haired boy shrugged at that assessment. One guess at who that one was. "The house said we had to go to school. This... wasn't what I thought it'd be."
"Yeah, we're both a little disappointed," Paris muttered, looking at the smaller kid who looked like a good stiff breeze would give him consumption or some other old timey disease. "We're talking about the federal holiday of Thanksgiving, and these two wanted to cook for you, but I got here early and managed to save us all from having them burn the school down."
"I know how to make toast," Steve said indignantly. "And popcorn."
Truly a meal for the ages, folks.
"I know how in theory," Tony offered much quieter. Things would possibly catch fire.
"What's 'in theory?' mean?" Steve asked.
"Means I haven't done it yet." Or that it might catch fire, but that wasn't important and Tony would definitely apologize a lot for it.
"So I will be supervising the snack making," Paris said loudly, "while they explain to you what Thanksgiving is all about." From tiny children. So this should be super accurate.
"Its a holiday celebrating the arrival of the pilgrims to the New World," Tony said almost by rote. "Where they almost died, but the people who already lived here gave them food so they wouldn't."
"And so they had a big feast with alllll the things to eat," Steve said, eyes wide because it was the Depression when he was from and all the things to eat hadn't happened for him in a while. "And made sure to say please and thank you."
It was possible Ma Rogers had tacked that part on herself.
Tony nodded in complete agreement with that being a rule. Up there with only speaking when spoken to. "Next time we can ask the cooks to make more food."
The cooks. Yes. Sorry, Paris.
"Cooks?!" both Paris and Steve echoed.
"Um. How about we watch this movie the robot on the house suggested?" Tony said, hiding behind technology from everyone in the room.
"Is that a colored cartoon?!" Steve gawked, sitting down immediately.
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But, then again, Astrid hadn't been under her supervision when she made her food.
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Re: Gawk at the wee teachers
She would admit, Miss Geller did have a pretty good glare, but Astrid felt she could give her a run for her money.
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So Astrid narrowed her eyes, furrowing her brow and pursing her lips into a disapproving frown, and hit him with it as hard as she could.
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He didn't, because he was Steve, but he felt like he should confess something.