Interdisciplinary Studies, Class 7, Wednesday, Period 5
Today's class met at the main campfire which, despite the harsh heat, was piled full of large logs and ready for a bonfire. Nearby was what looked at first glance to be some sort of salad bar, and a large freezer.
"So," Squall said, once the students had arrived. "Last week you found food in the wilderness. Now, you need to cook the food, and if you pretend that it's winter, you also need to keep warm. So. You need to start a fire." He passed out handouts and explained a little bit about fire bows, fire pistons, and flint and steel. "...Which all suck," he concluded. "If you really want to start a fire, you need one of two things: these" -- a box of matches -- " or this" -- a butane lighter. I hope you all brought the matches I gave you last week, because I want you to go make a fire, and if you don't have them, that might be hard."
He shrugged. "Or maybe it'll be easy." Squall was surrounded by a green glow for a moment, and then the large campfire in front of him burst into a ginormous fireball before settling down to burn cheerfully.
(Impressive, but it would have been less dangerous if I'd had any charges of lower-level Fire spells.)
When all -- most? some? -- of the fires were going, Squall called them back.
"Okay, party time. Over there is food. Cook it. Make something good." He shrugged. "The food you gathered last week is in the freezer, if you really want it. Other than that? Just cook stuff or whatever."
[Wait for it... Wait for it...]
"So," Squall said, once the students had arrived. "Last week you found food in the wilderness. Now, you need to cook the food, and if you pretend that it's winter, you also need to keep warm. So. You need to start a fire." He passed out handouts and explained a little bit about fire bows, fire pistons, and flint and steel. "...Which all suck," he concluded. "If you really want to start a fire, you need one of two things: these" -- a box of matches -- " or this" -- a butane lighter. I hope you all brought the matches I gave you last week, because I want you to go make a fire, and if you don't have them, that might be hard."
He shrugged. "Or maybe it'll be easy." Squall was surrounded by a green glow for a moment, and then the large campfire in front of him burst into a ginormous fireball before settling down to burn cheerfully.
(Impressive, but it would have been less dangerous if I'd had any charges of lower-level Fire spells.)
When all -- most? some? -- of the fires were going, Squall called them back.
"Okay, party time. Over there is food. Cook it. Make something good." He shrugged. "The food you gathered last week is in the freezer, if you really want it. Other than that? Just cook stuff or whatever."
[Wait for it... Wait for it...]