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Community Center Class: Baked Baking [Tuesday 4/18]

"Throughout this class," said Summer, the space on the table in front of her startlingly clear, especially with how cluttered it had been throughout the semester with hints of what horrific or fascinating food combinations awaited them, "we've explored all sort of different flavors, food types, and other munchies-inspired recipes to really get you thinking about some new perspectives on foods."

Sure, we'll call it that.

"But this week, as it's our last class," she continued, "we really thought we'd see what sorts of good ideas and bad decisions you could make on your own."

"I’d prefer the good ideas to the bad decisions,” Stark said, very mildly. “No spaghetti in donuts, please.”

Of course, now he’d gone and put that idea into their heads. What could go wrong?

“Just…try something new, if you like. Or something you’ve made before. Or both,” Stark suggested. “Try and make this a good ending. Please?”

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Like it's the last class!

Ignis Scientia

Shane Gooseman

Short. Simple. To the point. Honestly, that's usually a good thing, in this class!

Unleash some horrors on your teachers or maybe pleasantly surprise them?

Ignis considered the class. He considered the assignment. He thought about a certain roommate who had had a rough couple of weeks, and he sighed, partially unable to believe that he was about to do what he was about to do.

And, maybe with a little help to make sure he picked out Gladio's favorite flavors from the pantry of ingredients, he set to work, and, by the end of the class, he'll be able to treat the class to some Cup Noodle^TM Cacio e Pepe balls, with plenty leftover to take home with him.

They were probably a little weirder at each other than they were last week given the weekend’s events.

Summer? Oh, Summer was getting out a pot to start boiling some water. And finding a box of spaghetti.

What? You couldn't prove she was going to put them in a donut. Not yet, at least.

"Oh no," Stark said quietly when he saw the spaghetti. "Summer."

"Stark," Summer countered, with a quirk of her eyebrow. "You don't know where I'm going with this."

Sure, he could definitely guess and he knew her well enough that it would be a very educated guess, but technically speaking....

"I have a very good idea," Stark said. "Or...a bad one."

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," said Summer, with a few extra blinks of her eyes for that added impression of innocence before she started collecting a few more ingredients that would definitely only support those good/bad ideas in Stark's head, no doubt.

"By the way," she stated, diving into a nice subject change as if that could distract from the fact that, yes, that was a deep fryer she was pulling out now, "did you ever find out if Cass' name was short for anything?"

"She wouldn't tell me," Stark said. "Neither one seemed to want to give up much information. Ziya is much more forthcoming."

He eyed the fryer and sighed.

Summer looked a moment like she definitely couldn't argue that truth, before sighing with her own dramatic revelation:

"Well," she informed him, "I did find out."

And by the sound of it, and the hand on her hip, she was still mad about it, too.

"Did she tell you?" Stark asked. "Or did Bixby?"

He was still thoroughly charmed their son was named after jello, yes.

"I got it out of Ziya, actually," Summer stated, with a speculative quirk of her eyebrow at Stark to reveal this betrayal of information in their apparent squad of tiny little spies, "yesterday, when she came to pick out chocolates to bring back to everyone on Moya."

"Cass told her but not us?"

Oh, the tiny ginger betrayal!

"Ziya did have a lot of chocolate with her when she left. And jello. What did you learn? Was it the stars?"

"Don't sound so dejected," said Summer. "Kids don't tell their parents shit, but siblings..."

She'd give him a pass on that one, though, considering...And, besides, that wasn't the real issue here.

"And no," she said, now reminded that she was feeling indignant about the whole thing. "It wasn't the stars. It was fucking Casserole."

"What?" Stark asked because obviously he hadn't heard that correctly.

"Why would you... or we... or I? Why would anyone..."

"I don't know!" Summer said, almost a little defensively as she threw up her hands. "I probably thought it was funny, at the time!"

And it was true. She thought it was hilarious.

But, recalling up the conversation she'd had earlier that day with Annie, she added a resolute, "I should really not be allowed to name things."

Children, Summer. They were children.

"Your cat has a good name," Stark pointed out. "And Bixby seemed fine with his name... but Casserole? Really?"

It fit. And it was funny. In fact, Stark might have let out something that sounded like a giggle.

That giggle was earning you such a side-eye right now, Stark, and Summer shook her head, and she not have a smirk in the corner of her mouth, how dare you, it was clearly the weird lighting in here.

"I can only assume you signed off on it, too," Summer pointed out, in defiance of anything that might suggest that it wouldn't take much for her to sway him on pretty much anything, this very class the case in point. "You're just as culpable in this."

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Would Stark say no to Summer, especially after she'd just had his child? Of course not.

"I'm sure I agreed. But it wouldn't have been my idea!"

A second one, at that!

"Well, I mean," said Summer, "obviously not. Ideas," both terrible and brilliant, and this one, she was starting to feel, really straddled the line between the two of them, "are much more my wheelhouse."

But speaking of terrible, brilliant ideas, the water was boiling, so in went the pasta, and someone had some dough to get started on.

"Maybe I ought to try to come up with more ideas. So I can keep up," Stark said, eyeing the pasta warily.

"But maybe it's better not to..."

"You've got a looooong ways to go before you can even get close to keeping up there, my dude," Summer pointed out.

"Maybe it's better not to even try to keep up. But someone has told me I need to try new things, sometimes," Stark said with a hesitant smile. "And she never gives me bad advice."

"Hmmm," Summer hummed thoughtfully. "She sounds smart. And you're in luck, because, in a little bit here, there is definitely going to be something new for you try."

"She is" Stark agreed. "Very smart."

Smarter than someone who, say, might have just sort of volunteered himself to eat spaghetti donuts.

"She does have some odd ideas about food. They may be genetic."

"I'm pretty sure weird ideas about food," Summer was back to giving Stark a slight side-eye at that, "isn't an inherited trait. That's got to be entirely culture and influence."

Nature vs nurture! Which is more important when it came to weird jello preferences?

"It might be," Stark allowed. "But perhaps it's both?"

The first thing that Summer thought to quip back stopped dead in its tracks on the way out of her mouth, which she shut and sat with for a second before slightly.

"Maybe some day," she said, "some brainiac can figure out how to isolate a Weird Food gene, but I don't think the science is quite there yet, so I'm sticking with questionable life choices and poor impulse control."

"You haven't poisoned anyone yet," Stark said, offering a small grin. "That I know of."

"Oh," said Summer, "I have definitely poisoned people before, Stark."

She frowned, though, somewhat doubtfully.

"Probably."

Was she just drawing a blank on specific examples right now?

"I'd be shocked if I haven't at least a few times...."

"Really?" Stark asked. "On purpose? Or accidentally? Or both?"

Was this a terrible conversation to have during a cooking class?

Stark was very much not making any spaghetti donuts, thank you very much.

Stark was, instead, looking at some of the leftover Easter candy (of course there was still more) speculatively.

I'm gonna miss these weird recipes...

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