Spreading his hands, Alexander would have replied to reassure her that she was in the right, but the "Clucker of Doom" (as Prof Radclif was wont to call the rubber chicken) landed with a smack on the chair. Soon the class was wrapped up in a series of improv exercises that even Alexander became a part of, laughing hysterically at some of the ridiculous antics that the others devised.

((Pardon the briefness of the reply, I was going to leave the contents of the class up to you.))