fandomhigh | Student Assembly, Wednesday, November 25, 2020

"Most of you are ready to be on your four day weekend already," Anakin said, climbing up onto the stage and blinking at the set-up below him: each student had been sat behind a school desk, which had a basket on it covered with a gingham cloth.

Someone had been watching too many baking shows.

"Most of you are ready to be on your four day weekend already," Anakin repeated, "but too bad. Because today you are getting a very instructive discussion led by Stark entitled--" he pulled out his notecard only to have a radio squirrel shriek and race across the stage, climb up Anakin's pant leg and stick a stickie note onto his forehead.

Anakin sighed heavily and pulled it off. There had been a time when his very presence had terrified entire systems. "Right. Well, instead of what I thought we were doing--The Multiverse and You--we are doing..." he squinted at the note. "I have no idea. Something about holiday food, I think. Stark? You're up, I believe."

He glared at the student body. "And the first one to make a crack about my hair over the weekend gets detention until you graduate."