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Your mind races to gather up all you know about air fryers–their general purpose, the purported health benefits over oil frying, the brand you had at home and the settings you used to make french fries…
But what would that matter to these students? You don’t know how to <span class="mu-i">MAKE</span> one! You don’t even know <span class="mu-i">WHO</span> made the first air fryer! For an ambassador to human culture, your knowledge of how stuff works is remarkably slim… and how are you supposed to walk them through it all with no visual aids? All you have is yourself, a few tricks up your sleeve, and a vampire thing that’s been transmogrified into a beakwolf!
The students can see the apprehension on your face as clear as day–their many eyes burning into you like wolves spotting a wounded rabbit!
“Interesting pedagogical method, <span class="mu-i">Professor!</span>” Croons the clown once more, much to his fellow student’s amusement! “Your credentials truly do speak for themselves! A-<span class="mu-i">HA…</span> A-<span class="mu-i">Ha~</span>”
Obber glances up at you with a fearful click. He’s just as lost as you are, but he has the excuse of being, well, him! You’re no mage… you’re no air fryer technician… your breath catches as you feel an imaginary noose loop itself around your neck…
How… How do you reach these <span class="mu-i">KIDS!?</span>
That’s when it hits you like a sweaty towel to the face:
That’s right… you <span class="mu-i">AREN’T</span> a mage! You <span class="mu-i">AREN’T</span> a Professor!
You’re a <span class="mu-s">MAGICIAN!</span> And you know just how to work this capricious crowd!
Confidence slowly works its way back into your system as you answer your critic’s croons with cocky candor! He’s right, you respond, locking eyes with the Chytree with a stare that would make Morook proud, you’re not going to say anything…
Because you want to see what <span class="mu-i">THEY</span> think ‘<span class="mu-s">AIR FRYER</span>’ is! A hush falls over the lecture hall as you cock your head to the side with a challenge in your eyes! If, you cheekily add, they can figure it out, that is!
The crowd descends into a storm of murmurs at your challenge.
“But sir,” begins the softspoken Mzz’goe’virr from earlier, “Y-you’re supposed to teach us…”
That’s right, you answer with an emphatic nod, but you know what the <span class="mu-i">BEST</span> teacher is?
“... P-Professor Muliiz?” Mutters the nasally Durher with confusion plastered across her face! “H-he’s one of the highest ranked-”
FORGET THE RANKS, you roar as you dramatically kick over your lectern! What about <span class="mu-s">THEM!?</span> They’re students at the most prestigious academy in, well… all the land! What about <span class="mu-i">THEIR</span> thoughts!? <span class="mu-s">THEIR</span> ideas!?
Spreading your arms wide, you repeat your instructions one more time! Stand up! Move around! Experiment a little! You want to see what an ‘<span class="mu-i">AIR FRYER</span>’ is!
“B-but…” Nasally whines once more, “C-couldn’t unrestrained spellcasting result in… a-accidents?”
Sure, you shrug and smile, but what do you do when you trip?
>CONTD.
