Dorm Lobby, Sunday Evening

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

In the lobby is a big-ass banner that reads "WELCOME HOME TIME TRAVELLERS AND AWAY TEAMS AND WORLD SAVERS AND EVERYONE". And... that's more or less it.

On a table in the corner is punch and pie. JUST punch and pie, and the punch comes pre-spiked. There's also a box with a sign on it that says "NO PIE unless you deposit souvenirs here". Feel free to ignore it.

Sokka, after the TREMENDOUS effort involved in planning a shindig such as this, is sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes, which are still dry and burning from earlier.

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[raspberryturk]

"See, now you're thinkin'!" Reno tapped the side of his head. This may or may not have resulted in getting pie in his hair. He wasn't terribly concerned. "Spoutin' off all that entrepreneurial-local-revenues stuff like you're a pro at it, man. See, for that, you're gonna have to get more pie. You know, to support T&C, or wherever, zoto."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I think I can do that," Chad nodded, politely ignoring the fact that the pie was most likely from J,GoB, but, hey, if this lead to somehow getting back to Turtle that he was gung-ho about supporting her business, maybe she'd stop hating him so much.

"...This is pretty damn good pie."

[raspberryturk]

Maybe the disposable cups were from T&C. Reno didn't know, and really, he didn't care very much whose businesses he was patronizing. But the pie was good. And the punch was good, and together, the pie and punch were supporting local business in very delicious ways.

"Real damn good pie," Reno agreed. "Could probably handle a few more. Looks like we got enough disposable-cup-souvenirs to keep us eatin' pie for a while."