Apr 20, 2015 00:08
"So." Hannibal smiled at the students once they settled in. "If you've had my class before, you know what your final is." Or if you'd read and remembered the syllabus, but he knew enough about teenagers to know the likelihood of that.
He spread his hands. "Bake me something. Bake me several somethings. Use as many of the things we've learned in class as you can. I am here if you have questions."
baking