Meat and Sarcasm Guy

[Today? Sokka is at the smithy. Honestly, are we really surprised by this? Seriously, this is kind of his thing. He is waiting for Winry, though. He wants her input on a project.]

It's been two weeks since the equinox. And we're finally getting a break from all the rain. Funny how the new season just kind of Springs up on you like that, am I right?

[Oh Sokka, you are hi-lar-ious. He wipes a tear from his eye even, pleased that he managed to let such a well-seasoned joke be released into the wild. Oh, speaking of wild.]

No but seriously, now that it's getting that time of year, how many people out here hunt and fish? I know, I know. Boo hoo, the talking animals. I've heard it. But is there anyone here besides me who still does that kind of thing?

[Also, lately Sokka is keeping a new little trinket in one of his pockets. It's something he intends to give to someone at the right time. After the small blunder of forgetting to bring it on Suki's birthday, he's keeping it all the time on him now. So even as he's walking away from home, he'll often put his hand in his pocket to make sure it's still there. He probably won't show it to just anyone, though.]

[Filtered from Katara and the Big Four Baddies and Sanji]

Alright, friends of Katara. This is me, Sokka. Her brother. You should already know that. She probably doesn't know it because let's face it, math is more of my thing but her birthday is coming up next month. On July 5th, no less. So if anyone wants to help out, I'm the guy to talk to. I'm thinking we should go all out on this. Something big. Something... yeah, just something big. With streamers. Stuff like that.

Uh, Regal. You think you could make a cake at the bakery? It needs to be big. Vanilla. Maybe bits of nuts on it. Not too sweet. But big. Really big. Maybe make it say "Katara" on it. And there should be candles in the shape of a fifteen. Or maybe fifteen candles? I'm not sure how that tradition works. Maybe it's fifteen tiny cakes...?

[Filtered to Shirley]

I have the you-know-what for you-know-who at you-know-where.

[He saved the BEST NEWS FOR LAST. After seeing an echo of Azula taunting him to the point of him punching her and she ended up not being real (and him falling through her and to the ground), he did some investigating and came to a pretty startling conclusion.]

[Filtered to... oh wait, this doesn't need a filter.]

Azula was sent home. I'm sure we'll all miss her so much.

[Before ending his message, he momentarily thinks about saying something about the draft. He decides against it. People will know or they won't. It's best to leave it alone.]