[He doesn't quite make out what he's saying, but he gets the idea that he should at least talk about something. He clears his throat, glancing down at the textbook. English literature. All right, that's what this class is about.]

All right, you're here to learn English literature, and I'll be your teacher...Ebegeeser Ichacrooge. [He bows his head slightly, trying not to make a face because what a terrible name. When he lifts his head, he flips through the book, skimming through it quickly.] Let's examine the Looking Glass-

[One of the straw students raise their hands, waving it frantically for attention. The Disciple stares at them for a moment, but soon registers that he should answer them.] Yes?

["Barley and Rye!" He blinks. Barley and Rye? Another student shows a page in the textbook at him. "Here! We're reading the Barley and Rye stories!"] ...Ah. [This is so different from teaching someone how to use a weapon. He keeps his calm though as he flips to the right page, nodding.] We'll all take turns reading a passage from the story, all right?

[There were some whispering among the straws. Did he say something wrong again? Eventually all the students turn their attentions back to their teacher, some giggling, some nodding as they turn to right page.]