Cooking Magic

It's Friday
It's been a week since I was discharged from the hospital after fully recovering and causing a wheelchair war between the cripples and Nurses in the parking lot.

I take a seat in an unfamiliar chair in an unfamiliar class in front of unfamiliar students. Well, I recognize Kate and Marion the Wurms, but that's it.
I'm currently filling in for the cooking class' teacher while she's out. They could have hired a substitute, but they made me do it instead to save money.
That damn cow. I could be napping next to dangerous chemicals in my comfy chair if she didn't have to leave. Oh well, no use getting TOO angry about it.

I look around the room and eye the cow themed wallpaper before properly beginning class.
"Good'n, and such. I'll be filling in for your regular teacher for this period. Any questions?"

A Lamia with braided red hair sitting in the back raises her hand, "Are you even capable of cooking or teaching it?"

"Certainly. Anything else?"

Kate raises her clawed hand with an audible WOOSH while wiping away blueberry pie filling from her face with a piece of cloth, "Is there going to be a test later in Chemistry?"

I massage the area between my eyes, I think it's the "nose bridge" or something, in frustration, "I meant a question relating to this current class, but yes, there will be. Now before anyone says anything stupid-"

"How do hotdogs survive in the wild with no eyes?" A dopey looking Holst with hair covering her eyes interrupts me.

"-Never mind, let's just get started." I grab a nearby cook book and thumb through it until I find a page with something I like. "Today we'll be making a cake."
The class makes sighs and groans loudly at me. "What's wrong with that?"

A green haired Wyvern in the back frowns and blinks a couple times, "Can't we just watch a movie instead?"
"Besides, cake sounds simple to make." A Ryu in the middle nods her head.
"Yeah, let's watch some like Bill Nye or something." An Anubis with glasses readjusts them while trying to look cool.
"Bill Nye rocks!" A group of Kepri shout out in unison.
"Bill Nye is mai husbando~" A Shirohebi hugs herself and fidgets about while blushing.
"I'd prefer Dragon Ball or Dragon Ball Z..." Kate mutters to herself while chewing on one of her claws.
"Can we just get on with the lesson?" Marion, the Wurm with the sweater vest fetish and only non-retarded kid in this entire school, chimes in with her two cents.

I cross my arms and make a serious face, "We won't be watching a movie or Bill Nye."
Most of the class boos at me and points their thumbs down. "Now let's begin.

Almost an hour passes. The entire class manages to make a decent looking cake. Excluding Kate, who made a pie, pizza, parfait, and keg of Sprite out of the ingredients she had.
Once the bell rings I tell them to clean up and walk back to my classroom. Along the way to my comfy and noble confidant chair, I wave at Lou while he's working as the new vice principal, at the Scylla art teacher who's using camouflage to blend in with a wall in the hallway, and at the new scruffy looking Jinko janitor as she cleans up paint and puke.