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[Bacon achieved, Jake made his way back to the range to lay out his strips. Finn's enthusiasm made him smile, almost relieved to hear how many people were occupying his time with training. That was never really his area with Finn; the kind of fighting his little brother needed to perfect was foreign to him in many ways. He'd tried, after their parents died, but he mostly just let Finn do whatever he wanted. Cheerleading was more his speed than taskmaster.

Turning on the heat on low, Jake waits for the bacon to start to sizzle. He glances back over at Finn with, laughing at that final description. They had a lot of friends like that back home.]

How many teachers you got here, bro? Starting to think this whole place is a floating school.