Meat and Sarcasm Guy

[After a month of planning and a week of top secret work, Sokka has finished the final touches on the prototype canoe for the fleet that has yet to be built. And by finished, he of course made use of Usopp constantly. But what are across-town neighbors for anyway? So after getting his pride and joy finished, including a nice coat of paint (it's blue!) with the Water Tribe Emblem on both sides and in what is most likely a suicidal move, the Straw Hat flag mounted on the back.

An eager Sokka has already managed to pull it all the way past House #4 (with wheels obviously!) so he can test if its seaworthy (well, riverworthy) as he rides it down to the river all the way back towards his home next to the barracks. Even though he isn't planning on getting to it, he's brought along his fishing pole and some bait, just in case he gets swept down to the lake and has to survive on his own fishing and cooking skills for weeks on end while waiting for a rescue that might not ever come. So. Just in case. People may of course notice him sailing downstream and possibly try to drop things on him as he goes under the bridges.

Before he'll go though, he'll 'accidentally' leave his journal open for an 'accidental' voice post.]

This is Sokka. Casting off into the big, er, small blue... maybe kind of greenish brownish river in my vessel, The Insert Name Here. Wish me luck.

[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.

[Tap tap.] This thing on?

Right, uh, a few things. First off, Toph, I got that thing ready. Took me longer than I thought it would, but I've got it at the smithy. Meet me there!

Zuko, if you decide to cook anything, watch the countertop! I don't want you crushing our new house guest.

So Winry, would you like to have Firebender A? I'd give you Firebender 1 instead, but I'm kind of partial to that one. In any case, I think my days as a Firebender are over. That really gets redundant when you say it so much. No wonder Azula was so crazy.

Let's see, am I missing anything... Wait! People can hear me still! Err... hey everyone. Sokka here. Don't mind me, I'm just... hanging out and doing my thing, that's all. Life goes on. But uh, in case you guys were wondering, it's less than a month until my birthday. Something to think about. I know I'm forgetting something here...

OH! RIGHT! Emil, I have your order done. Paru, how many of those prop swords did you need? I've got like, five of them, is that enough? Uh, Nash, the prototype on yours kind of uh... went to pieces. So I'm starting over, but I'm gonna get it right this time! Honest!

[...]

Oh, I guess I'm done here. So uh... yeah. That's it. [...] How do you turn this thing off... [Finally there's the sound of the book just closing.]

[Sokka is still sleeping comfortably, thanks in a large part to having arrived inside of a nice warm house. That is, he's sleeping on the floor of House 2 and somehow both snoring and drooling on his open journal. His usual clothes, which were nicely folded around him, have been unconsciously snatched at and thrown on top of him as a makeshift blanket. Naturally all that snoring is being transmitted by voice, as is a few other words...]

Hmmm... stop Momo... that's... vegetables!?