The classroom buzzed with faint noise as Selara clapped her gloved hands together. A puff of green smoke escaped from one of her sleeves, but she didn't seem to notice. Her emerald eyes, magnified behind her strange goggles, darted across the sparse group of students until they all went quiet.
"Alright, listen up!" she shouted, her voice brimming with wild energy. "I am hungry. Very hungry. So today's lesson is simple: make me something good to eat!"
The students blinked in confusion. One boy raised his hand timidly. "Professor, do you mean… just cook anything?"
"Exactly!" Selara grinned, pulling a bottle from her pocket, shaking it until it fizzed. "If it's edible and doesn't poison me, I'll consider it a pass. If it's delicious, you'll earn my attention. And if it's disgusting…" She paused dramatically, waving the bubbling vial. "Well, let's just say you won't enjoy the clean-up."
