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"So, apparently I'm supposed to talk about nutrition," Karla announced as the class came in. "Except I'm supposed to use this weird handout, rather than just talking about what each different type of food is good for." As a Healer, Karla had a lot of thoughts on nutrition. But sometimes bureaucracy was bureaucracy.

"This is the Eatwell Food Plate," she explained, handing them out. "It shows what you should generally be eating, and what percentage of your diet should be made up of each food group. Healthy grains, like wheat, rice, and quinoa should make up the largest portion of your meal, followed by vegetables, preferably of the dark green and leafy variety."

She went over the plate infographic, though not extensively. She had faith her students could read and it wasn't a difficult infographic to follow, after all.

"So, today I'm not the one in charge of cooking something." You were all vastly disappointed, clearly. "Today is when you get to prepare a meal that you think is close to the Eatwell Plate for nutritional value. It doesn't have to follow this exact setup - you don't need to have your food all portioned like this and not touching, that's weird - but it should be close to these general proportions. If you don't feel comfortable actually cooking something like this," and how could that be true, after Karla's excellent instruction? "then just find a recipe you think would fulfill these requirements."
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Today, there were full-sized pumpkins at everybody's work station. "Happy Almost-Halloween!" Karla cheered as class came in, dressed in a traditional witch's costume because she thought she was hilarious. "Today, we've got two lessons instead of the usual one."

Bold move, considering she had yet to successfully teach one lesson that wasn't just a movie, but she liked to dream big.

"Pumpkin carving is a a great way to work on your knife skills and can lead to a delicious treat," she explained, picking up one of the several knives she had laying out on the desk. "Roasted pumpkin seeds are easy enough that any idiot can make them!" Let's see if that applied to your teacher, kids.

"So, first thing you wanna do is cut open the top of your pumpkin and scoop out all the mushy, stringy, seedy bits. You can use your hands first, cause it's fun and feels gross, but use a spoon against the walls to make sure you scraped all the wet gunk away. They'll last longer that way." Karla considered it and added, "Or not, since Halloween's tomorrow and who cares after that?"

So, you know, you do you, kids.

"Then separate the seeds from the mushy stuff, and chuck 'em into a colander to rinse. While they're rinsing, oil up a cookie sheet--" Karla sprayed a cookie sheet with Pam and tried not to choke as some of it splashed back on her "--and then shake 'em dry. Don't use a paper towel, they stick and then you have to spend more time picking them off the stupid thing." Voice of experience, here. "Lay them on a single layer on the cookie sheet, then roast them at 300 degrees to dry them out."

Karla put the cookie sheet into the oven and then turned back to the class. "Now you've got thirty minutes to kill. Take that time to carve up your pumpkin! There are all sorts of tools and knives at your stations, so feel free to carve them however you want. Just be careful not to cut yourself. Always cut away from yourself, and please be mindful of your fingers?"

She'd heal anyone who hurt themselves, but she'd also scold and sigh. "Once your pumpkin seeds are dried, transfer them to a bowl with a little bit of olive oil, salt, and some spices. Then they go back into the oven for another 20ish minutes, until they're golden brown. And voila! Toasted pumpkin seeds!"

This might go well after all!
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Karla was looking glum as the students filed in. The TV at the front of the room probably explained why even before she opened her mouth.

"Fire safety," she announced, "is going to be our topic today. It's important that you learn about what kind of dangers you can face in the kitchen and the proper way to respond. For example, you don't put water onto oil fires, because that can lead to the oil spraying everywhere and catching more things on fire. And so, we get to watch a couple of instructional videos on how to not catch your kitchen on fire and how to treat a burn at home if you're not a Healer."

Sorry kids, it wasn't even a fun movie day. Ugh.
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"It's time for quesadillas!" Karla said when the class came in. "I was gonna go with tacos, but those seemed a little too easy--" because they'd had such a great track record with stuff so far, yup "--and quesadillas are the next best thing. If you've never had a quesadilla before, they're pretty simple: take a tortilla, fill it with chicken, cheese, veggies, and spices, then cook it in a pan for about five minutes. Then, voila! They're done and you have a delicious lunch to stick into your face."

Which, as everybody knew, was the important bit.

"So, the first thing we do is cut up the ingredients," Karla said, pulling down a cutting board. "First, we're gonna cut up our chicken breast. I got us boneless, skinless chicken breast because otherwise we would have spent all our time deboning and skinning a chicken and we don't have time for that. So, you get your chicken out and you season it. Salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic salt..." Karla merrily oversalted the chicken, talking the entire time. "Then you cut it into strips. I like to cut it into strips on the diagonal, then cut those strips in half." Whatever else she did, Karla was able to wield a knife with terrifying efficiency, getting the chicken sliced into neat, even strips in seconds. "Then we set the chicken aside and wash out hands, because salmonella poisoning is terrible."

"Now we do the same with the veggies. Wash, peel, and then slice." Karla washed the bell peppers and cilantro, which was good, and the onions which was less good, and then put both onto the same cutting board she'd cut the chicken on and that was terrible. "Once those are sliced, we add everything to the tortillas," she said, setting out two soft tortillas. "This one is the bottom, so we put the chicken and veggies onto it," she said, adding the raw chicken and the vegetables to one of the tortillas. "Then sprinkle a lot of cheese on it--" her tortilla was practically overflowing by this point, "and then put the second tortilla on top of it. Then put it into the pan."

Half the cheese and some of the chicken fell out of Karla's tortilla before she reached the pan, and the rest flopped in without a sound. "Ooops! You're supposed to preheat the pan with oil in it," she said, turning it on. "There's oil there, by I forgot to turn it on. Oh well. We'll just add another minute to the cooking time."

Six minutes passed and then Karla took a spatula to flip out the quesadilla onto a plate. It was still barely warm, the cheese hadn't even melted, and the bottom was almost transparent with absorbed oil. Karla still cut it up, merrily chatting away as she cut it into six even pieces. "And then you take a bite--"

She did. And almost immediately paled, reaching for a paper towel to spit into. "Ugh, the chicken's still raw," she said, cranking up the heat and then adding more oil to the now-hot pan. It spat and hissed and Karla had to jerk her hand away. "Okay, so we're gonna cook it for a little more than six minutes..." she said, and practically tossed the quesadilla back into the smoking pan. "...Probably because the pan was cold before."

And also because most people precooked the chicken.

"So let's get started with--"

The oil in the pan took that moment to go up in flames. "Okay, quick, it's just a little fire," Karla called. "We're just going to throw some water onto it and--"

And today's real lesson, kids, was not to throw water onto an oil fire.
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Another day, another opportunity to learn!

...Probably not in this class, but hey, anything was possible!

"Morning, class!" Karla said, waving them all in. "So, things haven't gone quite to plan these last few weeks, but today we're going to make up for it in spades. We're making meringue cookies today. These cookies are light and airy and delicious, and only have five ingredients, which means they're pretty impossible to screw up."

Ignore how she'd said that about the pesto and the pizza, too.

"I got this recipe from our cook back at the estate and she also sent along a big batch of cookies to snack on while we made our own," she added, calling in a container roughly the size of a picnic basket full of cookies for the class to eat. Cook miiiiight have been certain that these cookies were the only edible ones the students would get to try. For some reason.

"Now, because these take almost the full hour to bake, rather than offering a demonstration, I'm going to hand out the recipes and we'll all make them together. At your stations, you'll find eggs, salt, sugar, food coloring, flavor extracts, and creamy tartar sauce. Let's get started!"
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"Okay, so last week was kind of a disaster," Karla said at the start of class, because she believed in honesty. "But it still isn't as bad as the time I helped blow up a kitchen with a casserole, so we're going to keep going!"

All right, that was probably not the anecdote the class wanted to hear about when they were already three weeks in. Oops?

"Today, we're going to go for another easy lesson: pizza. Pizza is easy! You just take some dough, add stuff to it, and bake! And, to make things extra easy, we're even using pre-made dough, because we don't have time to peer into drawers and see if our dough has proven yet. We're a class, not an adorable baking show."

Because, yes, they watched GBBO even in Glacia.

"So, the first thing you have to do after getting your dough out of the packaging is to spread it out and make it pizza shaped. You're supposed to use your hands and throw it around in the air to shape it. I dunno, maybe it picks up freeform yeast that way?"

And then the class was treated to Karla going through five different packages of pizza dough attempting to flip it in the air. The first time, she dropped it on the floor. The next, she threw it so high it got caught in the fan. The third landed on her head and oozed down her shoulders. The fourth hadn't finished thawing, so she put it into the oven to help it along. And the fifth fell on the floor again as she belated remembered the fourth and opened the oven door to find the plastic bag had melted and mixed with the now-thawed pizza dough.

"Okay, so another, less fancy way to get your pizza to be pizza-shaped is to bust out a rolling pin and just roll it out," she declared, finally giving up. That was also a trial because Karla didn't know to flour either the work surface or the rolling pin and there was a few fun moments when the pin was nearly engulfed by the dough, but the liberal application of olive oil (to make it slippery!) eventually led to something roughly pizza-shaped. Ish. It also nearly led to an injury as the oiled rolling pin slipped through her fingers, but she used Craft to knock it away from the students.

It went through a window instead. But details.

By this point, Karla was panting a little bit. Weren't pizza's supposed to be easy? "Okay, next, add your toppings," she said. "Sauce - " She just dumped the entirety of a jar of spaghetti sauce onto the oily dough and spread it out into one thick layer. "Cheese - " Several handfuls of shredded cheese came next. "And then whatever else you want to add!" She tossed on some raw sausage, a handful of mushrooms, and as many olives as she could fit. "Oh! And then you have to curl up the edges some to get a crust. I guess you can just roll everything up with it if you have to," she said, trying to make a crust with dough slick with oil and sauce and covered in random stuff. "Or you can just leave it alone and not have a crust," she decided when she couldn't get hers to stay rolled.

"Then you put it into your oven which--oops. Supposed to preheat that." Surely it would be fine if she put the pizza in while the oven was heating. She'd just keep it in a little longer and it would be fine! "Okay, so this pizza's a little lumpy, but that's probably fine. I mean, who cares about whether or not a pizza's pretty, right?" Karla carefully picked her monstrosity up and carried it over to an oven that wasn't full of melted plastic, carefully setting it onto the oven rack.

Directly onto the oven rack.

"Then you cook it! Uhh, probably at 350, because that seems to be the temperature you cook everything?" Karla said, realizing at the last moment she'd forgotten to check. "Keep an eye on it and then when it's done, enjoy fresh pizza!"
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"Today, we're making pesto!" Karla announced to the class because I live out my dreams through RP. "Pesto is a nice, basic, easy recipe, with very little cooking involved at all. It's one of my Consort's favorite meals and he practically begged me to focus on this today as our first real lesson."

Mostly out of a hope of minimizing damage. Warren had your back, y'all.

"It has a bright, summery taste and it just seems fancy, so once you've perfected a recipe, it's something you can make fast and easy, but people are really impressed," Karla continued. "It's also really versatile. You can have it over bread or over pasta, you can have it with no meat or with chicken or pork or fish. It makes a good appetizer or a perfectly fine dinner. At its most basic, pesto is basil, garlic, olive oil, and cheese. But as you get more confident, you can start adding more things: pine nuts, lemon, sun-dried tomatoes, olives, spinach for...I dunno. Reasons? Cook likes sneaking other vegetables into it, probably as punishment for whatever we've done as a family to deserve more spinach in things."

So, in five minutes, when you were wondering how the household didn't starve with Karla cooking for them, there was the answer: a cook.

"We're going to start with an intermediate pesto recipe, but feel free to scale back a little if you're feeling uncertain when it's your turn," Karla said. "So, pesto with pine nuts over pasta. First thing you wanna do is put on a pot of water to boil. I'm using a smaller pot so it boils faster," she explained, putting a pot that was way too small for the amount of pasta she had out. Maybe some of it was for show? "A smart chef flavors the water before boiling the noodles, so add some salt to the water before it boils." Definitely a big handful like the amount Karla just threw in, good job class. "While that's waiting, start toasting your pine nuts." Normally, that meant putting them into a pan over a very low heat. Karla grabbed a toaster off the counter and poured them into the slats, then pushed down the lever. "Make sure you have two different toasters if you're gonna do this," she instructed. "One for bread, one for nuts. Otherwise, you end up with breadcrumbs in your pesto and nobody wants that."

There was a whole lot going on here that nobody wanted, honestly. "Next, take your basil. At home, we have to strip off the leaves from the plant, but here, you can buy whole packages in the store that's just pre-stripped basil leaves. So convenient. Anyway, take a whole bunch of leaves and shove them into a food processor. I mean, you can do it the old-fashioned way, which is mincing it by hand with a knife? But...why? Food processors are faster and easier and, honestly, if I were going to be teaching a class on knifework, it would be for stabbing, not cooking." And also, she'd probably leave it to Surreal to teach anyway. "If you want to know how to mince by hand, go find Dr. Lecter. He's probably got a class on kitchen tools. Me? Well, there's a reason I leave the general prep work to the apprentices and journeymaids of the coven. Ain't got time for that."

Karla finished shoving all the basic she'd brought for the demonstration into the food processor. "First, you chop up the basil," she explained, while the toaster behind her started to smoke a little. "Hands down, questions will be answered at the end. So, first, let's get this all chopped up." She cranked the dial all the way to the highest setting and turned it on, instantly obliterating the leaves and turning them practically to a liquid. "Yeah, okay, so that's looking a little watery in there right now," Karla said loudly to be heard over the high-pitched whine of the processor, "but that's why you add the pine nuts. Thickens it right up!"

The smoke from the toaster was getting thicker now. "While that's chopping--" more pureeing, really "--check your water. If it's boiling, you can add your pasta." A little surprising that the water was already boiling, considering the concentration of salt, but then, she hadn't used a lot. "Dump your pasta in." She added far too much pasta for the volume of the pot or the water "And then go back over and start adding the rest of your ingredients for the pesto!" The processor was still madly whirring along. "So, for pesto, you need garlic and powdered cheese. I got garlic salt because, again, I didn't want to chop anything." She also set out a container of bright orange cheddar cheese powder. Anyone looking close enough to the bottle would see that it wasn't even real cheese, but cheese product. "So next you add these and the olive oil to the basil and--"

Karla hadn't bothered turning off the food processor. Instead she just pried off the lid and tried dumping everything into the top. Instead, to the surprise of likely nobody but Karla, the contents went spattering everywhere, hurled out at high velocity: the basil, the stream of olive oil, and a cloud of garlic salt and fake orange cheese.

And that's when the toaster burst into flames.
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Karla was absolutely devastated that the first day of classes was devoted to introductions and that she wouldn't be cooking. She'd been planning to get to the school early and whip something up for the class to nibble on while they did introductions, but Cook had kept her late with questions about an upcoming banquet and then Warren had needed her help choosing a suit and then Nyles had pestered her about a trip he wanted to take with her friends and by the time her family was done with her, she was barely making it to class on time to begin with.

Weird that.

Cook, at least, had handed her a basket of nutcakes to hand out, so at least no one had to starve during her class.

"Hello, students," she said as the class filed in. "Welcome to Cooking 101. This being our first week, we're doing introductions as per Fandom custom. Those of you who are new to the island, yes, you will do this every day this week and for every semester you're here. I'm Karla, graduate of FH Class of 2013, and we were doing introductions then, too."

She grinned at them. "So, today, I'm going to ask you the basics: names, grades, favorite foods, anything specific you're looking to learn in class. I've been cooking for years now - got started in the dorms in fact - so I'm pretty sure that we'll be able to handle anything you're looking to learn."

That was very optimistic of you Karla. As was the idea that you could cook in the first place.

"And, in the last half-hour of class, you're gonna make your favorite fast, go-to meal. Whatever you make when you need to eat, but you don't have much time. Eggs, cereal, a sandwich, whatever! But at the end of the class, I want you to have prepared something you can show to the class." She held up her basket. "Feel free to have a nutcake while you make your introductions!"

See, naysayers! One class down and no disasters! She was so good at this!
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There were pizzas for class. Already cooked pizza because this was the last day and they were done teaching you the bare minimum of culinary survival.

"Finals! We're done until we start this shit all over again for the summer," Deadpool said, mouth full of pizza. Classy.

"Congratulations!" Vanessa said sunnily. "You all pass." Regardless of whether you learned anything or not. "Now eat your pizza and be happy."

"A+ for everyone here because we don't know how to change the grade and at this point, we don't want to ask our fellow teachers." So you all lucked out.
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Here was hoping everyone in Vanessa and Deadpool's class could check their email, because they'd gotten one this morning!

Don't come to class. We won't be there. Make snow cream or something instead. (Tip: don't use yellow snow.)
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"Peanut butter and jelly!" Vanessa said cheerfully. "Sound simple, right? That's because it is! God, I hope none of you are allergic to peanuts." Probably should have checked that first.

Eh, that seemed like a lot of effort.

"Or almond butter. That's a thing now," Deadpool said, frowning at a jar of it. "What fresh hipster shit is it?"

"That's nothing, there was one at the store made out of soy," Vanessa said, and then reassured the class, "Don't worry! I wouldn't make you eat it! But I did get the sunflower seed one because what the hell, why not? And like, twelve kinds of jelly. Jam. Whatever."

"Jam has seeds," Deadpool added helpfully. He totally got that tip from TV, so don't be too proud of him just yet folks. "There are important things to consider. Crust or no crust? How do you cut it? Should you shove a banana in there in a vain attempt at health despite your crippling poverty?"

"White bread or whole wheat, because, again, you're trying to pretend to be healthy?" Vanessa asked. "Or are you using some kind of fancy bread, like sourdough or one with seeds in it? Does it count if you use Nutella? Ooh. Nutella."

Deadpool shoved one of the Nutella jars into her purse because he got you, boo. He got you. "Get moving. We don't have all day."

"And be sure to explain why your choices are correct and your classmates' choices are wrong and bad and they should feel bad," Vanessa said quickly. "That's the best part."
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"Okay, so I forgot to buy food for today's class," Vanessa admitted, "and Wade is--I don't know. Maybe he's stabbing somebody. Maybe he'll show up later. It's a mystery! Anyway, we're going to watch a movie about how even rodents can cook so the rest of us have no excuse. Enjoy!"
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There was a jar of spaghetti sauce and a box of spaghetti noodles waiting for the class today. So, maybe they'd be making crepes.

Jk, it was spaghetti.

"Sorry for last week, hungover, blah blah blah," Deadpool said, glossing over missing class post-Super Bowl. As one does. "But today is pasta time! Who doesn't love a bowl full of carbs?"

"Pasta is super easy!" Vanessa assured the class. "Just cook it according to the package instructions, heat up your sauce, combine, boom, you're done. Maybe add some cheese." She held up a green can. You know the one. "Or if you want to get fancy you can like, saute and add some meat or other veggies. And then you've got a meal people will consider pretty legit, and you barely did anything. Win/win." Vanessa might cook a lot of pasta when not ordering takeout. "We've got an assortment of options and all kinds of shapes of pasta to choose from, so get to work!"

Should she have explained sauteing to them? They'd probably figure it out, right?
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There was a pile of instant ramen packets waiting at the front of the class. It was possibly taken straight from the teacher's kitchen. But, look, you picked this class for a reason, kids. Learn to live with it.

"Sometimes you're broke on top of being lazy," Deadpool said. "Which happens because life blows and shit happens. But these suckers you can get for ten cents each and if the salt doesn't kill you, you're golden."

"But they're not really nutritionally sound unless you run on salt and carbs. Some of us do. So you're going to have to spend some more money on other stuff to go in it! Stuff like... an egg! Or maybe some vegetables if you feel really fancy!"

Deadpool shrugged like it made no difference to him. "So, we got those things. And you get to make ramen something that won't give you rickets."

"Go to work," Vanessa said. "Try to make something that makes sense as a dish. Or not, who really cares, so long as you get fed."
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"Some people might argue that making sandwiches doesn't qualify as 'cooking' technically. Those people are sticks in the mud and have clearly never heard of a grilled cheese. Grilling is cooking! Although you don't make grilled cheese on a grill so that's a little weird, now that I think about it." Vanessa was getting distracted. "Anyway! Sandwiches."

"Griddled cheese is more like it." Deadpool said, holding up a hand for a highfive from Vanessa. "You can make anything into a grilled cheese and you can put anything you want on a sandwich. Maybe more Flaming Hot Cheetos..."

He had a problem, okay?

"I'm going to have to hide the Flaming Hot Cheetos from you, aren't I? There are other ingredients!" Vanessa told the students. "But you can put Flaming Hot Cheetos on your sandwich if you want. For crunch or whatever. We don't judge." Obviously.

Except for how they did. They did judge a lot.

They were like an extra pop of flavor! For shame, what would Guy Fieri say, Vanessa?

"We got bread and what I think is the collective food product of a small bodega or gas station to put between those two slices of sweet, sweet carbohydrates. My personal favorite involves canned cheese and Slim Jims," he said like he was sharing a trade secret.

"Or there's always peanut butter and--we forgot jelly. Peanut butter and Mrs. Butterworth's?" Vanessa suggested. Hey, she'd eat it. "It's up to you. The sky is the limit."
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There was a pile of Red Baron frozen pizzas at the front of the class today. Which meant there was probably a time limit on how long they could talk before those things thawed and everything was terrible.

Or more terrible. Either or.

"So, today we're gonna show you how to make a cheap pizza better. Or sate your cravings for the worst things because you're drunk or on some other mind altering substance," Deadpool said.

"But you're teenagers so hopefully that only happens, like, once a week. Twice at most," Vanessa said. "Anyway, it's simple. You just put extra stuff on top of the pizza before you put it in the oven. That way, you can customize it to your tastes. I put chocolate chips on a pizza once because I had PMS, and it was actually not that bad."

"It can be anything your little hearts desire," Deadpool added. "Leftover Chinese. Flamming Hot Cheetos... god, we need to make those again, babe."

He was hankering for some violently red pain.

"Oooh, yes. We've got a bunch of ingredients we picked up at the convenience store while high--uh, on life!--so just do whatever you feel like. Think of it as art. Art you have to eat at least one bite of and tell us about."

"I dare you little shits to put Spam on it." Deadpool, no. "Deadpool, yes."

"Get to work!" Vanessa said cheerfully. "These pizzas won't stay frozen forever!" And might God have mercy on your souls.
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"Hey, you slackers took our class. That's pretty great," Deadpool said cheerfully. "I'm sure we'll see you for the first month and then you'll all just disappear on us. Don't worry, that's just how it is."

Vanessa longed for the sweet embrace of death. Why had she drunk all that champagne? Whyyyyyy? Oh, right, because 2017 was finally over and that deserved celebrating.

"Okay, so this is the cooking class but it's not like the fancy cooking class. That's that other guy. This is for those of you who don't actually care but don't want to starve to death. But honestly no one should have to cook when they feel like I do right now."

"She's super hungover," Deadpool informed the class. You know. Real helpful like in a sort of stage whisper. "That means we're gonna make the greasiest fucking thing you can imagine to absorb all that alcohol. It helps. Or we like to think it helps. Wait until you get wasted and tell me what you crave. If it's White Castle, you are a monster and don't deserve the sweet embrace of death."

"So, the first thing is that you're gong to want to drink a LOT of water, and then...honestly I just want like a lot of hash browns right now. Can you guys make me hash browns?" And an Egg McMuffin. McDonald's. She wanted McDonald's. But this was a cooking class, so she was going to soldier on. "We're gonna make hash browns." She had decided. "And eggs."

He slipped her a Pedialyte for her trouble. That shit had everything you needed to get over a hangover.

"Or, if you wanna learn the lifehack to this shit, we're gonna turn the entire McDonald's breakfast menu into a burrito. Yes, we know they literally have burritos. Just go with us on this."

"This is the better way," Vanessa agreed after a restorative sip of Pedialyte. Not just for toddlers! "Also you can use a pancake as a tortilla!" Or you could get an actual tortilla, but that was boring.

Deadpool shook a bag of McDonald's at the class. You know. To show them just what they'd be working with. "Oh, and your name. We should know that, I guess."

Vanessa was making grabby hands at the bag. "Why didn't you give me that first?" she whined. And then remembered her audience and said, "Also you can like. Explain the reasoning behind your masterpiece or whatever."

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