Author's Note: As you may have been able to tell from how short the chapters are in comparison with my normal stories, writing a serious story (It's her fault! *Points dramatically to Venus Saturnalia.*) is driving me INSANE! ("But you already are insane!" squeaks Pounce.") Anyway, I therefore must write a random, pointless, plotless humor story to make up for this slow death!
Sandry, Daja, Tris, and Briar compare their students.
Sandry: Pasco's better than Evvy, because Pasco can dance, and Evvy can't use that as her talent in talent show. 'Cause nobody cares if you can break stones over your head without doing anything, but if you dance and then fruit comes into peoples' mouths, THAT is coo-
Briar: Stuff it, Bag. Pasco can't dance for beans!
Daja: Well, cooking is cool! Because when you cook something, there's something to eat! And you can't eat a dance! We Traders have a saying about that: When you are a cook mage, you're a mage who can cook!
Sandry: Gee, I never would have guessed without you, Daja!
Daja: And carpentry is so much cooler than stones. 'Cause with wood, you're cutting wood, and you can make a ship. And with stone, all you do is cut stone and make – *falls silent.*
Briar: *sarcastically* You just caught on, didn't you?
Sandry: I've got a great idea!
Tris: What? You're going to tease me just because the book about me hasn't come out yet, so the author doesn't know who my student is or what magic he or she has, so I'm not special and can't argue?
Sandry: *impatiently* No! Let's try roleplaying!
Briar: Okay. *Tacks Sandry to the wall with thorny vines.* TAKE IT BACK!
Sandry: You have my word as a noble that my student is better, street rat! *Sandry takes some yarn from a plot hole, ties it in a special way, and the vine returns to the soil.*
All (including Sandry): OOOOHH….
Briar: How do you do that?
Sandry: *smugly* You have to be special.
All but Tris: I'M SPECIAL!
Tris: Just because I don't have a student doesn't mean I'm not special, Mr. Author! Anyway, for all you know I do have a student, and Tamora Pierce just hasn't told us who it is yet.
Author: Dream on, landlubbers!
Daja: Right. Like you've ever been in a boat.
A tsunami hits the first chapter and it collapses.
Author's Note: Well, that was pointless, wasn't it? Let's do it again! Well, I will if I get enough reviews. How come everyone is talking about Tortall? *Mutters dangerously.* Well, anyway, I'll see you again when I have more reviews! *cough cough* Bye!