[If anyone were to venture out onto the top deck tonight well after dark, they would see a strange assembly on the golf course, facing where the moon has risen. There are sheets, loosely safety-pinned and stitched together in places, draped over the now-still windmill and a few other obstacles, making a fairly large, makeshift tent. There are
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[Screw being uneasy.]
Want me to bring something?
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Okay, well. I'll be up in a few minutes. Save me a spot?
[Off goes the feed, and up goes Katara, scaling the stairs to the top deck.]
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Sokka doesn't react to her approach, his hearing still damaged as it is. He's munching thoughtfully on a burnt marshmallow and staring out at the ocean, sitting in his tent.]
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[Either way, she meanders up, changing sides- knowingly or not, to flop near by. The fire is warm.]
Hey.
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Hey!
Okay, so. The fish tastes like either melons or lychee fruit depending on which one you get, and the marshmallows soooort of taste like sweet dumplings? Just a warning.
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