There was a handwavey notification sent to everyone in class, to meet outside at the campfire area and to wear clothes they don’t mind getting messy. Yondaime had said there was going to be a pie fight, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to let that happen ( Read more... )

Instead of the ninja today, a mercenary greeted the students. Though he was a bit subdued ( Read more... )

“Good morning every one,” Yondaime smiled from the front of the class, showing no sign what so ever that he was worried about Deadpool being gone all weekend. “I hope everyone is feeling well and had a good week. Today we’re going to be moving away from normal dessert pies into the realm of savory dinner pies. The easiest I’ve found is called ( Read more... )

Yondaime was back in class today, looking chipper and friendly as usual. “Hello everyone! Good morning! I’m sorry for my absence last week, but I was undeniably delayed due to an overly…. insistent relative at home. I hope that Professor Deadpool was able to help everyone with last weeks topic but if there were any problems please see me and we’ll ( Read more... )

Class was once again the the Danger Shoppe, but there was no ninja waiting for them there. Instead, there was a slightly hyper actively bouncy mercenary in a chef's hat. And an apron that told people to kiss the cook ( Read more... )

The class met the same place it did last time and each table this time had all the ingredients and supplies for making their own crust, as well as a mysterious box marked; "Open only in case of emergency ( Read more... )

The class was handwavily given notes to meet in the Danger Shop for class. There they would find that it was set up a lot like the old home economics class, with long table desks in the middle and cooking area’s on the side ( Read more... )