<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EyoWOSf.jpg)</div><br/>The Professor quirked a brow at the blonde, as she said something about eggs. He did not look very impressed with her obvious surprise about the fact that they were about to cook some eggs.<br/><br/>"Yes, Miss. We are cooking eggs. For an omelet. What did you think we were cooking?" He inquired. "Let me guess. Spaghetti? If you are covered in that sauce for any other reason you are even stupider than you appear."<br/><br/>The young blonde looked stunned at his words. She could not believe that she was this wrong about what was going on from the looks of it, and she was stunned that she had been called out for it. Tears poured from her face. She dropped the spatula that she was holding, and ran out the door, without looking backwards.<br/><br/>"All right ladies and gentleman. Let's get to making the omlet. I will be handing you a printed out recipe. If you have any questions or need any assistance merely raise your hands. When we are done, I will be tasting the dishes that you have created to see how well you have done, and let you know if there are any issues, so do not eat anything until I have given the word."<br/><br/>Marcus grabbed his apron, then went over to Fin. "How about we work together, Fin isn't it. You and, well it looks like the lady over here doesn't have a partner now." Marcus said gesturing in Celine's direction. "We can figure out what the hell we are doing together. It's just an omlet, I suppose it wont be that hard, but we will need to group up for the rest of the course, and there will be harder things coming later on, so we probably will want to prepare for those things to eventually come."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>