Fourth floor common room, Sunday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

[ooc: open as common rooms are]

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka was completely lost now. "Who's his older sister?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"I shall grant you three guesses," Alice said, eyes sparkling with amusement. "We shall number them out. One!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"...Ooookay, now you're making me think it's YOU," Sokka told her. "But it can't be, because you're not mad."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice clucked her tongue. "That was a terrible guess. You aren't any good at this game at all. And where have you been, Sokka? I'm mad as a hatter. And I've known some mad hatters."

You should see their tea parties.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"It was a GOOD guess, if I was right," Sokka pointed out. "And... You're a little nutty, I guess, but I wouldn't say MAD," he decided.