fandomhighdorms | Fifth floor common room -- late morning: Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away...

Sokka settled down to enjoy a class-free morning in front of the teevee box, and managed to happen across children's educational programming.

'The Holy Grail!', he would have thought, or 'the Rosetta Stone!' -- if he had any idea what either of those were, but he doesn't. What he DOES know is that he may just be able to figure out the weird system of writing around here without having to *gasp* ask someone for help.

So, he has settled in to absorb as much Poppyseed Lane as humanly possible, and take copious notes. Copious. Like, a lot.

Within the first ten minutes, the purple puppet with fangs has already unlocked the mysteries of the way Fandom writes numbers by counting to ten ("Ah-ah-ah!"), the Pastry Monster has begun his journey into letters with "P is for Pastry", and two people did a dance while telling him it's okay to mispronounce "tomato".

Now... He threw a pillow at the teevee box. "I already know the difference between 'near' and 'far', you stupid puppet!" he shouted at it.

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"Are we sure that we should trust the fruit?" Rikku asked. "Fruit doesn't have a nose. Maybe the nose song was a warning."

"But fruit is so TASTY..."

"You never know," Anders said solemnly, looking from Rikku to Katara and then Sokka. "Also, do I know you guys?"

"I'm Katara," she said with a wave. "You're a monkey?"

"And I'm Rikku," she explained, leaning in to wave at the other guy. "I'm new, so nope, you probably don't know me at all."

"Can't say I do. Mr. Neilson's the monkey; I'm just Anders." He finally let go of the doorframe (not that he'd yet realized that had prompted the monkey remark) and leaned against it instead with a tired, but friendly, smile. "Nice to meet you guys."

"Nice to meet you," Katara said, trying to smother the giggles that kept popping up at his lack of realisation. "If you know the name of the little monkey, you have to be an old student."

"Crabby old veteran of three semesters, now. See the wrinkles?" teased Anders.

She looked closely. "Yep. Right there. This school must be hard on you."

"Oh, yeah," Anders agreed. "In ways you probably don't even want to know about."

Katara's eyes widened. "Well, now I do."

"I'm kidding," he assured her quickly. "Really."

She tilted her head at him. "You're not going to try to scare me with stories of trolls and dragons and zombies?"

"Hey, school's been in for a week. I figure everybody else has already tried those." Anders shrugged and, suddenly realizing how bad his hair probably was, ran a hand through it quickly. "Letting your imagination fill in the blanks might be worse than the facts. Which was mean of me. So, sorry."