[THIS POST IS SPOILER-FREE. :)]

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[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

[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...

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Oh, come on. Like that even works.

[euphiemisms]

Have you tried?

[o_sarchasm]

No. But I bet Katara has.

[euphiemisms]

If you haven't tried, then how can you say it doesn't work?

[o_sarchasm]

Because I don't believe in any of that stupid fortunetelling stuff. It's all mumbo-jumbo.

[euphiemisms]

Something so many people have believed for so long has to have a basis in fact somewhere...

[o_sarchasm]

It has a basis in their own gullibility.

[euphiemisms]

There can't be that many gullible people.

[o_sarchasm]

[pffffftaahahahaha]

[euphiemisms]

I meant it...

[o_sarchasm]

I-I know. That's why it's funny.

...Sorry.

[euphiemisms]

Really?

[o_sarchasm]

Really what?

[euphiemisms]

You're sorry?

[o_sarchasm]

You're nice. So, uh. A little.