Little Dipper Living Room: Wednesday Afternoon

[sonofmogh]

The day had started early for Worf. While he'd never admit how special the day was to himself, he planned to at least celebrate in his own way. Despite the rain there had been a successful hunting trip through the preserve. Worf had to skip the part of roasting it over an open fire but using a modified phaser setting was able to cook it without

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[sarcasm_guy]

There was a knock at the door, and a drooling Sokka peered in. "Please tell me that's not just for Dippies?"

[sonofmogh]

Worf bit back a response and sighed/growled. "Come in. Eat."

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka burst through the door and hovered over the venison. "Dude! This is fresh-caught wild game! SWEET!!!"

He paused and turned to Worf. "I'm sorry I mocked your forehead. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

[sonofmogh]

"You are obviously pandering to me for food," Worf observed gruffly. "If you are just stop it and eat."

[sarcasm_guy]

"I'm not pandering," Sokka insisted, as he helped himself to the venison. "If I were, I'd be more platypus-bear-shaped, and black and white."

[sonofmogh]

"I'm not talking about animals," Worf growled. "I mean you were only being nice to get the food. Just eat."