As the students came in today, they would see piles upon piles of food.  Spice bread, teas, cakes, sweetmeats, steamed vegetables, and iced coffees were laid out around the room, and Ghanima was humming under her breath.

Hatt al-hudad
Al-maahn al-baiid
Ay-yah idare
Adamm malum

Once the bell rang, she shook her head.  "As I mentioned last week, there is no formal final," Ghanima said.  "Instead, I'd like each of you to tell the class what profession you're thinking of entering once your education is complete, and why.  I don't care if you stand up and say, 'I want to be Grand High Poobah of the Universe because it sounds fun.'  That's fine, fun is an acceptable answer.  Telling us that you aren't sure yet is an acceptable answer.  However, I want to remind you that the name of this class is 'Career Choices', and that there is always a choice.  Even if you think something is predestined, you always have a choice.  That, however, is another class entirely."

"Feel free to help yourselves to whatever snacks or treats you like.  All of these," she said, gesturing to encompass the food around the room, "are foods from my homeworld of Arrakis.  Normally all of our food is cooked with Spice, however, I've substituted harmless Terran spices to avoid any complications.  Poisoning my students might endanger my current career." 

Still singing softly to herself, Ghanima went to take a seat with the rest of the students.



[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up!]
[For the non-Dune people, song is here (actual scene) and here.]