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Fifth floor common room, Tuesday night

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[~~Wait for OCD~~ Have some pie!]

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Sokka stared at her in a disconcerting way for what probably seemed like a very long time. Eventually, he sidled up to her (slice of pie in hand) and asked the question that had been bugging him. "Uh... Which one are you?"

"Eve," she said, cutting herself another slice from her pie -- because really, she could be convinced to share and eating right from the pie itself would be rude.

Oh, no, she'd probably WANT the whole pie to herself, once a few more people showed up in the common room. Sokka had plans.

Sokka nodded at her. "Pleased to meet you... again. So it's not really meeting. But I don't think we've spoken outside class, so maybe it is. Anyway. I'm Sokka, and this is not a ponytail."

Plans were good, though. Yes they were.

"So if it's not a ponytail, then what is it?" she asked. "And I think we've said a couple words before -- you're the guy who had all the angel statues brought in for people to break, right?"

"It's a warrior's wolftail," Sokka told her. "Thought I'd get that out of the way early, because everyone seems to get it wrong."

He grinned. "Yes, I am that. I've got ALL the good ideas, around here."

"Aw, but that's not very fair," Eve said, grinning. "What if someone else wants to have a good idea? They can't 'cause you've got the monopoly on 'em."

"Well, obviously, then I get royalty fees," Sokka told her, with a wink.

"Oh, so that's how it works. Okay, then."

It was impossible to be in a bad mood around Sokka, apparently.

Sokka gave her a Look. "You're not having a good idea right now, are you???"

"No no, don't worry. The good ideas are all yours," she assured him. "I was just wondering, I promise."

Sokka crossed his arms and nodded. "Well, good. I'm just sayin'."

"I mean, I wouldn't want to have a good idea without knowing I'd have to pay you royalties." Eve took a swig of her punch. "Because I'm rather fond of my money remaining in my possession, y'know."

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