Sokka the 17th - [Voice/Action]

[markofthewise]

[So after going around breaking hearts and fighting evil demons, Sokka has found a new hobby to get his mind off of how annoying Luceti can be. That hobby? Cooking!

Surprisingly enough, despite the fact he's used the smithy as his personal kitchen for the past few days, Sokka has managed to complete a batch of eel jerky (or rather, a dish of mán xiāng consisting of salt cured eel) that actually doesn't taste absolutely horrible. It's nothing exceptional, but it is rather tasty. He's set out a plate of the stuff in the smithy, along with some vinegar bowl in a display that looks nowhere near as nice as this picture. At the very least it looks edible. Anyone who for whatever reason decides to drop by the smithy today are more than welcome to try some of Sokka's latest cooking experiment. Otherwise he's going to be inviting people over the journal.]

Hey Sanji, Brook! I finished the eel jerky I told you about. If you want to drop by you can have some. Anyone else who wants some can drop by too, but it probably won't last long if everyone does, though.

Comments

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Ooh, eel jerky? That sounds interesting.

[markofthewise]

[Who are you and will you marry him?]

Finally someone who think so! Do you want some?

[latkje]

Cooking? Is this a new hobby of yours?

[markofthewise]

I've cooked before! Don't you remember? The party? [The undercooked meat?]

[latkje]

If you remember, I mostly turned up for the liquor.

[markofthewise]

You must have left disappointed, huh?

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Of course! I'd love to try it.

...Um, where are you?

[latkje]

I'm used to it.

[markofthewise]

[In a word: Yes.]

Oh, I'm at the smithy. [Not a weird place to get food at all.]

[markofthewise]

So do you want to try some?

[latkje]

Well, I do like to eat. And I've never had eel jerky before.

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll be there soon. Oh, and what's your name? I'd like to know who I'll be looking for.

[markofthebrave]

...Where'd you find the eel?

[markofthewise]

I'm Sokka. And you?

[markofthewise]

It's at the smithy. Are you sure you won't get lost on the way? I could send someone to bring you.

[markofthewise]

At the new grocery store! I think it may have better selection than the old one.

... on the other hand, it looks pretty much identical to the old one.

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

My name's Yako. I'll be there pretty soon~.

[latkje]

Why would I get lost? I don't think I've ever claimed to have a direction problem.

[markofthebrave]

All that, and the store grew back the next day. [Yes, she's a little amused. Except not as much, because Aku - still scary. And there were people inside the store. Still, nothing like the fresh taste of irony in the morning.]

This place is so weird, Sokka. And you -- why are you making jerky?

[markofthewise]

[And when she arrives, Sokka will be hanging out on a big comfy couch, sharpening a blade with some whetstone. He'll stop when he sees her come in, though.] Yako, right?

[markofthewise]

Well now you can! It'll make your repertoire of skills seem that much more impressive.

[latkje]

I should tell you about the month I was employed as a baker.

[markofthewise]

I'd like to see his face when he finds out, if he hasn't already.

Well it's an interesting story actually! But the short version is, I was just going to make fish bait. Then I realized there probably wasn't many carnivorous fish in the lake. And then I decided that when sampling my first batch, that it wasn't that bad and with a little work, might taste better.

[markofthewise]

Did anyone die from it?

[latkje]

Of course not. I just had to wake up early, and that soon stopped being interesting. Plus, there was a misunderstanding with the boss's daughter...