3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

He had a mid-term tomorrow. In cooking.

Thus, it made perfect sense to him, to wind up in the common room and attempting to cook.

Well.

Attempted to decide what he'd attempt to cook. Miss Lulu had said they couldn't use the recipes from class. This... would probably end badly.

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[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

He was not going to laugh in Sokka's face. He was not. Makoto shook his head and said lightly, "Sokka's good enough for me, I think. I'm Makoto. Nice to meet you." Pause. "And feed you, I guess. I've got... red lentil soup. And..." he glanced at the clock, "if you wait a few minutes you can try a type of cucumber salad and tell me what you think."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Well, aside from sounding suspiciously free of meat, they sound good." Sokka grinned and winked at her.

"...You're not COOKING the salad, are you?!?!?!?!?!"

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Meat's harder to cook, in my experience," he explained, "and I haven't decided yet what kind of meat dish to try to make."

"Um." Makoto blinked. "I salted cucumber slices and they're sitting while I'm mixing everything else together? Does that count as cooking it?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Uh... The salad's not in the oven, is what I was asking. And it's not. I knew it wasn't. A beautiful lady like yourself wouldn't do something silly like that." Hopefully.

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

He might. If the recipe told him to. Or someone who seemed to know more about cooking told him to.

Makoto laughed lightly. "Flatterer," he said, "but thank you for your vote of confidence. I've never cooked before coming here, so it's a bit of a hit or miss how well I do."

Which... was an understatement. But the recipes he'd picked were easier than what Miss Lulu had been doing in class. They were probably okay.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm planning on eating that, so... Let's hope for a hit, okay? You had a recipe or something, right?"

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

He tilted his head to indicate the paper printouts scattered on the counter. "I wouldn't try it without a recipe," Makoto said, "it's practice for my mid-term tomorrow."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Practice for your... OH! Right! There's a cooking class this semester, right? Taught by" -- he cupped his hands in front of his chest and bounced them, in the universal gesture for "huuuuuge tracts of laand".

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

Makoto knew what he meant. He was also dressed up as a girl and knew what that meant about how he had to react.

So, instead of facepalming like he wanted to--because however crude Sokka was it had been a fairly apt gesture--Makoto frowned a little. "You shouldn't refer to Miss Lulu like that. It's not very respectful. At all."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka winced and tried to play it off. "Sorry! Sorry! Yeah, I, uh... I'm not usually a rude and crude kinda guy, heh heh. I mean, I don't SAY things like that, normally, I mean, you know..."

They were just very hard not to notice.

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

They really were hard not to notice. Makoto wasn't going to say that though.

"Good," he said severely, "because Miss Lulu is an excellent teacher and deserves all due respect. And if you were the kind of guy to be like that all the time I wouldn't want to share my food with you, so you'd better not be."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Of course I'm not!" Sokka insisted. He really wasn't. Mostly. Plus, there was denial of food to consider.