[THIS POST IS SPOILER-FREE. :)]

[o_sarchasm]

[IT'S GETTING DARK. As you're heading back to your cabin for the night, you might notice a delicious smell! It seems like it's coming from a booth across from the Mess Hall with a lit sign reading:

HOTCAKES AND TEA

Sitting at the booth is a boy currently working by lamplight on a painting of Camp at night. It is an unrecognizable abomination.]

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Comments

[overthetoph]

*probably already there, eating your cakes and drinking your tea*

[o_sarchasm]

[THIS IS HOW WE ROLL. but if you put your feet up on my table I will take those cakes away, young lady.]

...Wait. Is the hospital before the path to Canada, or more towards the middle?

[overthetoph]

*gives you the wrong answer*

[o_sarchasm]

Thanks.

[euphiemisms]

You know, there's all sorts of people who say that you can read fortunes in tea leaves, but I've never learned how it's supposed to work...

[o_sarchasm]

Oh, come on. Like that even works.

[euphiemisms]

Have you tried?

[o_sarchasm]

No. But I bet Katara has.

[iyun_sobold]

Ooh, cakes!

[o_sarchasm]

[waving a hand]

Help yourself!

[iyun_sobold]

Are they a lie?

[o_sarchasm]

Not that I know of. Though I can't make any promises. This is camp, after all.

[boomtoday]

Hot cakes?

[o_sarchasm]

Hot cakes.

[boomtoday]

I can deal with that!

[o_sarchasm]

Can't we all.

[sukisuki5dolla]

I didn't know you thought that you were a painter, Sokka!

[euphiemisms]

Is that... what was happening?

[sukisuki5dolla]

Maybe we should ask the master here what his work is.

[euphiemisms]

Marcy?