[ sokka. sounds a little bit like 'sucker'. her smile is wide. ]
Adieu, Sokka-me-lad. Bring your hollow leg, eh? For tonight, we celebrate.
[ but she doesn't linger 'round to decide upon what they were indeed celebrating. instead, she slips out the front door. after all, she has preparations to look to! hair to brush! cheeks to scrub! for she is going to woo the swords right off the blacksmith's racks. ]
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Adieu, Sokka-me-lad. Bring your hollow leg, eh? For tonight, we celebrate.
[ but she doesn't linger 'round to decide upon what they were indeed celebrating. instead, she slips out the front door. after all, she has preparations to look to! hair to brush! cheeks to scrub! for she is going to woo the swords right off the blacksmith's racks. ]