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[lemur_sitter]

The car is rattling significantly more than it did when they left, although that might just be due to the driver change: it's the younger Sokka behind the wheel. Not that he's a bad driver, just inexperienced

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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph wanders into the kitchen in the afternoon, yawning from sharing an afternoon nap with the babies, and has waved a greeting to Claire's Sokka and helped herself to another blue-and-white cupcake before realising the significance of a Sokka being here.

"You guys are back!"

"Uh ... yes?" Sokka-in-red offers. "Either that or you're hallucinating!"

Steph smirks, rolls her eyes, and promptly takes off out towards the garage to find the real Sokka. With frosting on her upper lip still. EEE SOKKAS.

[notanoptimist]

The real Sokka is vry vry busy.

The lack of vowels should be clue enough, but just in case it isn't, Sokka is entirely uninterested in the activity of poking under the hood of the car.

For once.

Likely because he isn't just poking around in it, but is actively trying to figure out if that popping noise was the engine or just younger!Sokka's driving skillz.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph leans on the edge of the car beside him, Vry Vry Srs also.

"You've been back all of five seconds and you broke it already?" she asks, ever-so-tired. "Man ..."

EEEEEEEEE SHE HAS A SOKKA EEEEEEEEE.

[notanoptimist]

Steph gets a vry vry loving... kick to the leg.

And a HUGE grin.

"I'm back five seconds and you're already being a jerk? Wow, you must have missed me."

[bakers_boy]

And a boy of probably-twelve comes in and finds himself staring wide-eyed at the surprising amount of cupcakes some cupcake fairy has bestowed upon the kitchen.

He was just going to try making meatloaf, but dang.

"... Who made all the little cakes?"

[lemur_sitter]

"I don't know," Sokka admits, "but whoever it is is my new best friend."

He eyes the kid curiously, vaguely recalling seeing him across the room at the pizza thing that other-Sokka's friend had last time he was here.

"Do you think it's okay to eat them? They were just sitting out ..." and he is a very hungry growing boy. >>

[bakers_boy]

Possibly he was talking to a small yellow critter at the time.

"... Prob'ly?" Toby offers. "I mean, I wouldn't go leaving something settin' out if it was for something special, place with this many people. S'posed to put food in--" That was going to be 'here,' as Toby opened the fridge, but holy crap, there's a lot of meat in there. Big ol' hunks of it that are a little hard to identify since they've been butchered and cut to fit inside and all. "... That might be why they're all set out."

Okay. Okay, so. What kind of meat could this possibly be?

Man, Toby would have liked to know about Will's rather fruitful deer-hunting trip earlier. Any chance Sokka can identify venison after butchery and before cookery?

[lemur_sitter]

Well ... he probably could, if it was deerbear or polarbearwalrus, but the animals of this world are so weird.

He can identify MEAT though. Toby now has a back-monkey as Sokka ogles the fridge over his shoulder.

"MEEEEEEEEEAT."

Yes, he had meat a couple of hours ago. So?

[lilmsmiraclegro]

Claire had only headed to the toilet- she wasn't far.

The first thing she says on returning to the kitchen is "Hi!", and follows it up with a massive hug.

[lemur_sitter]

Sokka's grin lights up the room when she comes in, and he wraps his arms around her and squeezes tight.

"Hi, you."

He missed her LOTS.

[lilmsmiraclegro]

"Hey," again.

More hugging.

"How was it?"

[lemur_sitter]

"I'm getting better at driving every day," Sokka tells her happily. He wants to kiss her, because she's so perfect, but he's not sure if he's allowed to because it's been aaaages since he saw her and he doesn't really know all the rules and so he doesn't want to get anything wrong. So she gets a hug and something like a nuzzle.

Her actual question goes unanswered, of course.