Cupcake War Crimes, Take 2, Thursday [8/4]
The Home Ec room was, thankfully, free of any and all creepy alien rocks. The teachers were still aliens but whether or not they were creepy was probably debatable.
Anders wasn't creepy! He'd argue as much, at least. He did, however, look a lot more serious than normal today. (Not to say cupcakes weren't serious business, but . . .)
"I hope to gods you guys are staying safe out there," he began, looking around the classroom to take stock of who was there and who wasn't, and wondering how in the hells he'd turned into a responsible guy. (Also: note how he wasn't admonishing them to stay inside and out of the thick of things.) "Seems like a good day to have a pretty stress-free sort of bake-what-you-want session. Long as it fits in a cupcake tray, I'm not gonna judge today."
Stark (who would readily admit to the occasional bout of creepiness) would probably still judge pretty harshly if you did something foolish like putting fish in your cupcakes, but he'd do it silently. No reason to add to the stress, but fish were really kind of unforgivable. Unless you were somehow not in your right mind. "So, go ahead and make something. Anything."
"Unless you have somewhere else you need to be," Anders added with a knowing look. "We've been there, we get it. Just take it easy, okay, guys?"
"Try not to get hurt," Stark said softly. He was planning on heading over to the clinic at some point to see if he could be of any help, but he'd rather not have to see any of you there. He'd rather not see anyone there, but he knew better than to hope for that.
Anders wasn't creepy! He'd argue as much, at least. He did, however, look a lot more serious than normal today. (Not to say cupcakes weren't serious business, but . . .)
"I hope to gods you guys are staying safe out there," he began, looking around the classroom to take stock of who was there and who wasn't, and wondering how in the hells he'd turned into a responsible guy. (Also: note how he wasn't admonishing them to stay inside and out of the thick of things.) "Seems like a good day to have a pretty stress-free sort of bake-what-you-want session. Long as it fits in a cupcake tray, I'm not gonna judge today."
Stark (who would readily admit to the occasional bout of creepiness) would probably still judge pretty harshly if you did something foolish like putting fish in your cupcakes, but he'd do it silently. No reason to add to the stress, but fish were really kind of unforgivable. Unless you were somehow not in your right mind. "So, go ahead and make something. Anything."
"Unless you have somewhere else you need to be," Anders added with a knowing look. "We've been there, we get it. Just take it easy, okay, guys?"
"Try not to get hurt," Stark said softly. He was planning on heading over to the clinic at some point to see if he could be of any help, but he'd rather not have to see any of you there. He'd rather not see anyone there, but he knew better than to hope for that.