Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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It was a shoeless day for most of the island; the resident cranky, silver-haired ninja was among that group. That, however, wasn't enough of a deterrent to keep him in his room when he had nothing to do.

He was feeling so restless, in fact, that he was cooking.

There was a pot of hot water on the stove, accompanied by several different kinds of tea, and Kabuto was making omelets. He was in a breakfast-y mood, and if he didn't have work to do, he was going to make a real meal. And if anyone wanted, he was totally willing to share.

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"Oooh, is that food I smell?" Sokka asked, walking into the room.

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"It could be," Kabuto replied cheerfully. "If you like eggs."

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"I LOOOOVE eggs!" Sokka exclaimed. "They're, like, almost meat!"

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"Well, I can make you an omelet if you let me know what you'd like in it," Kabuto offered, glancing over his shoulder to smile at Sokka. "Lots of meat, I'm guessing?"

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Sokka nodded. "And vegetables. And maybe hot sauce. Surprise me, really." He shrugged. "Sooo... It's been a while, hasn't it? How's the ninja-ing going?"

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"Assuredly better than yours," Kabuto replied, tossing assorted foodstuffs into the eggs. "Are your classes going well?"

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"Well, of course it's going better than mine," Sokka snorted. "You're a ninja! You already knew the stuff we learned." He shrugged and grinned. "Classes are classes. You know how it goes. Some of them suck, some of them don't, mostly they're just something to do to pass the time."