fandomhigh | Retro Recipes: This Sh*t is Bananas; First Period [08/22].

Summer knew she was taking a pretty big risk here. Some might say it was a stupid risk; others might claim it was better than she deserved. This class this session had been quite the ride. There had been uprisings; there had been claims of war crimes; even when she tried to throw them a bone and did something normal, things still got heated.

She really couldn't think of a better way to close out her brief stint as a Fandom High teacher, so, in a way, she supposed this was her gift to the poor saps who had to suffer through this class...and yet still kept coming back for more.

"Alright, you guys," she said, "this is our last class ~~I think?~~, and it's going to be a good one. One of the things I've tried to embrace in this class is creativity, and that's what today is all about. Today, you guys are going to make the recipes. You have full range of the pantry, you can mamke whatever you want, and I will eat whatever you make. There are only two rules: 1) It must include bananas and 2) No inorganic or non-edible stuff. My stomach has been exposed to a lot of weird stuff, believe me, but I am still only human, okay? Feel free to ask for help if you need it, or help each other, but that's pretty much it. You'll have a certain amount of time to prepare, and then I'll try everyone's dishes. Is revenge a dish best served cold? I don't know. You tell me. Let's get started."

Ohhhh, she really, really hoped she didn't regret this, but, at the same time, if she didn't regret this? She was going to be terribly disappointed in these guys.

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And when he was finished, Wayne took a moment to keep the importance of presentation in mind before going up to Ms. Smith, setting down his dish, and giving her a firm nod. Then he stepped back, crossed his arms in front of him, and stood there stiffly in the expectation of the assessment to follow.

And Summer eyed Wayne like he was a human bomb about ready to explode as he brought over his dish, quirking an eyebrow at the vagueness of a ping that was clearly designed for narrative structural purposes and suspense. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she picked up her fork and tentatively dug in for a bite.

And then, confused, went in for another.

A third definitely confirmed it.

"Wayne?" she asked. "Are these just normal banana pancakes??"

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"I don't believe it's right..." Wayne declared, lifting his chin in marginal defiance, "...to intentionally serve a person... bad food."

His eyes narrowed, squinting pointedly.

"No matter how much they deserve it."

"Wayne." Summer sighed, shaking her head a little, but also taking another bite of those pancakes, because those were really good pancakes, and she knew pancakes. "You are seriously one of the weirdest people I have ever met."

And that said a lot, Wayne.

A lot.

Retro Recipes: This Sh*t is Bananas; First Period [08/22].

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Re: Present your Dishes! - RR, 08/22.