fandomhigh | Shop Class; Tuesday, Fourth Period [01/16].

"Afternoon, everyone," Amaya greeted cheerfully from the front of the class again that week, "and I hope you're ready to get right back into it, because we're going to be learning some pretty important stuff that'll become useful all throughout the class these next few lessons, so pay attention and be attentive, because we're working with real equipment that can cause some real trouble, and I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I've yet to send someone to the clinic, and I don't want that to start now."

Yes, those numbers were a bit padded by the fact that most of the injuries sustained in class had been done so by a Muppet, but she had Graham in her class before, too, so she felt that sort of balanced it out somehow.

"That said, today's going to be all about wood! Now, wood is not my preferred medium; it's with metal that I really shine, but I've been doing this long enough and wood is a common enough element in my bread and butter that I can still share a thing or two about it! So, what we'll do today is go over different types of wood you might work with and what kind of projects they're best suited for, as well as some common techniques and tips in wood working. Once we've got that out of the way, it's on to talking about the variety of different saws available in the shop and how to use them, although we will be focused on particular with a hand saw, the jigsaw, and the circular table saw. Which is a lot, but it's important, and important thing to remember when it comes to building anything is that a solid foundation is the way to go, and you'll never regret taking the time to really work out the finer details before really getting into the fun stuff.

"So, now, to begin with our materials...."

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Amaya was just going to claim that taking a moment to brush any lingering sawdust out of her hair when she turned toward that light knock was just because the act of turning her head had disturbed enough to remind her that she should, and a faint grin tugged the corner of her mouth as she then brushed some off her skirt before heading over, lest Irene also suffer having to have the pesky and persistent dust clinging to one of her nice coats.

"Good class," Amaya ~~boldly assumed~~ confirmed, with a nod. "Always a success working with saws and not having to go to the clinic afterwards ~~so help me if any of you joss me now I swear to....~~. Good..." She considered the cups and wrinkled her nose a little as she tried, "coffee shop?"

Hey, around here, you never knew, it could have been traumatic! Or at least interesting?

Sawdust, like its sooty counterpart, was an element she was willing to endure. 'Accepting dirt' had, somewhere along the line, become one of Irene's love languages.

The gesture was appreciated, nonetheless, and Amaya was rewarded with an answering smile.

"It was all right," Irene told her, offering out one of the cups. "No one fought me on my tea order, which is apparently more than some of my fellow Brits can say. But considering it actually, finally snowed a bit, they're probably all-hands-on, now."

Few things were better than a cozy drink when it was all snowy and gross out, after all. (Few. Irene had plenty of thoughts to share about other nice things regarding cold days and things one could do to stay warm.)

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"Here's to hoping," said Amaya, the mention of snow pulling that grin already started on her face even wider, as she took the cup with an appreciative nod and lifted it in a toast, "we get enough snow to at least get a good plow run out of the Crumbler, at least in front of the shop and maybe down the street a little, at the least this one time. Always feels a shame, to have her all kitted up for winter and then not even get to use it some years."

There was a happy sigh with the sip of the coffee, the warmth of it spreading working really well to help cover up the warmth of anything else that might have been spreading right along with it. "Thanks," she added. "This is a nice surprise."

The coffee, obviously. Definitely just talking about the coffee, really....

"Welcome. I was in the area," Irene replied, though the wink that accompanied her comment was intended to undercut it. There was no being in the area, here; she had, transparently, gone out of her way to go not only to the Perk but to also trek all the way (all the way!!!!) up to the school. In the snow, even!!!

The thing was -- she didn't even mind.

(And also, you know, sometimes it seemed like there was an invisible force that kept Irene unable to leave her home on, say, Mondays. Fandom could be so weird like that!)

"If you do get to take her out, can I watch?" Irene ventured, tapping lightly on the side of her own cup as she angled a smile at Amaya. "Maybe we can plow my place out, too?"

And that was one part wanting to see Amaya do her thing, and one part endless fascination and respect towards the Lady Crumbler and her abilities, and always wanting to see her do her thing.

And things always got a little wonky, too, with the start of a new semester, just sort of figuring out where best to shift various moving parts with new schedules and whatnot.

"I can do you one even better," Amaya offered brightly. "You can help, if you want. Sure, Missus Crumbler's meant to be handled just fine solo, but there's always something an extra pair of hands can do to make things more interesting."

Was any latent innuendo in there intentional?

Well, it was Amaya, so....probably not? It was probably getting a little harder to tell, these days.

Never fear. Irene was never one to leave a good suggestion just sitting there.

"That sounds like something you'd normally insist was dangerous," Irene commented with a lift of her brows, smiling into her cup as she took a sip.

Like, Irene had been in the backseat of a car with someone before, of course, but now the Crumbler was just going to loom in her mind as a possible untested venue, much like the forge remained.

"But I'd be happy to help." Though she reserved the right to potentially whine a bit, the day of. Just a bit.

Considering the wide range of capabilities the Crumbler was destined to be enhanced to perform, it was...not entirely out of the realm of possibility, actually.

"Oh," Amaya said with a cheerful confidence, "it definitely probably would be, but that's part of the excitement, isn't it?"

The slight bit of whining was, of course, expected, and might even be a bit disappointing if it hadn't made an appearance.

And she may have already begun to think of various ways to make the Crumbler just a bit more teamwork friendly already.

"Makes it more fun, sometimes," Irene pointed out, that smile going nowhere. "Risks and rewards, all that."

Boldness. Et cetera. (Though maybe there was something to be said for, you know, adhering to safety precautions occasionally. Irene was in no hurry to strip down in this room of saws, for example.)

(Not today, anyway.)

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