Now I had combat planned to be a group of Kobolds - a slinger, a couple minions/tunnelers, and a couple of skirmishers. So we determined if the party had been surprised (they hadn't) and got right into combat.
This is where it got kind of difficult and a little bogged down, since these folks, nice as they were, didn't really grasp powers/at-wills, so I had to explain it all nice and slow. Herb was the exception, as soon as he was able, he threw out a magic missile for some nice damage on a minion, killing it.
Kirk - well, he seemed kind of half asleep, but as I got more and more dramatic and agitated as I described the combat, something just kind of switched on - like the old training kicked in, because all of the sudden, he's barking out orders like a paragon warlord or something. "Marlene, stay behind us, and watch our backs - Eddie, you get behind the lizard and use the back stabbing. Herb, stay back and keep using you missiles. I'll use my shield, keep them from flanking me!"
I was kind of floored. I thought Eddie was kind of soft up there, but he had grasped the basics of D&D combat - faster than most new players I run across. Was he a savant or something?