Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday afternoon

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

There was a huge pot on the stove, and Sokka was making soup.

He started with a mixture of chicken broth and fish broth, added a whole lot of lime juice and garlic, and then stirred in whatever herbs, fresh or dried, he could find. And that weird, chalky aftertaste? Crushed meta for Flintstones chewable vitamins. Against all probability, it actually smelled pretty good.

In a smaller saucepan, he also mixed up more or less the same thing, only with salt water instead of broth, because some people were vegetarians, and while he didn't agree with their lifestyle, he respected it.

A large sign on the table -- beside the stacked bowls and spoons -- proclaimed it to be "Sokka's Symantec Soup!!!!!"

Comments

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Good idea. You know what might also be good in here? Some small pasta. Like those little alphabet noodles."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Uh... Really?" Sokka stared at the pot of soup, and then shrugged. "Okay. Do we have any of that?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Well let's see." Billy checked the cabinets. "Uh, well there's little shell noodles. It doesn't quite have the same down home feel to it but it'd add texture right?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shrugged again. "Sure! Can't hurt, right? Toss 'em in!"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy did so. As far as he knew, Sokka was right, it couldn't hurt. "Experimental cooking. It's kind of fun."