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A few days ago, or maybe a couple, or maybe a lot -- Shattertime's flexible, shh -- Steph overheard Sokka and Sokka's ... discussion, and tried to make Sokka feel better about it.

She's still a bit sneezy, but the flu's mostly gone on to greener pastures (or, in the baby kraken's case, greener ... swamps? A sneezing kraken is a terrible thing) and Plans for Getting Sokka Away From The Farm are cooking in her head.

Also, quiches are cooking in the kitchen. Steph's been keeping an eye out for the ghost Mel says is here, but hasn't spotted her -- and there's lots of eggs this week, and Steph likes quiche.

There's enough for everyone and to share. Currently, Steph's washing dishes and humming absently while the third ovenful bakes, and the smell of delicious egg-and-bacon-and-pastry is wafting through the house. Mmmm, cooking and Plotting: her favouritest things.

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Mmmmm quiche.

Mmm bacon, that's being stolen from the counter and passed to Mr. Muggles.

"Are they all Lorraine?"

"Nope," Steph says cheerfully, flicking a bit of foam at Claire for the stealing-of-bacon. "Actually ... they might be? They're all combinations of egg, pastry and whatever-I-could-find-in-the-pantry. I never did learn exactly what's supposed to go in quiche Lorraine. What does that even mean?"

"Ham and cheese, usually," Claire says. "Which I guess these aren't. My Mom had a great recipe for spinach and mascarpone. I haven't seen any spinach since getting here, though."

"Me either," Steph says, and grins, flicking another bit of foam to clear her hands. "I swear, I never thought I'd miss spinach.

"... what's mascarpone?"

Steph's education in baking began and ended with the YWCA Womens' Basic Cookbook: How To Eat Healthy, Eat Fit and Eat Strong. Her mom wasn't big on mascarpone and spinach quiches.

... so she's pretty much going to pump Claire for information.

"Type of cheese," Claire says, inspecting the fridge. "Man, whoever's in charge of grocery shopping isn't big on variety, are they?"

"I think Smallville's not big on variety," Steph says, grinning. "And Lucy's great with bringing back stuff off trees, but I don't think she really gets stuff in packets off supermarkets. I'm kinda thinking of heading to Metropolis to stock up, maybe as a once-a-fortnight thing or something."

"Hnnn," Claire says, thoughtfully.

"I bet all the good dairies have been destroyed, though. How can we get fresh cheese?"

Steph looks blank.

"... that is a really good question and may not in fact have an answer."

"Great."

Claire sighs. "And I am not going to try and see what happens when milk goes off. This sucks."

Steph laughs, which is not very helpful. "Someone'll know how to milk a cow, betcha," she says cheerfully, "and we can probably survive without cheese. It could be so much worse, I swear."

"Yeah," Claire says.

"Someone could realise that regrowing limbs are an inexhaustable food source."

Steph blinks at her for a second.

"... you know, I'm just going to pretend you didn't say that."

Claire spent that second blinking at herself, so that's OK.

She nods.

"Yeah, let's pretend I didn't even think that."

"Really," Steph agrees.

"... ewwwww."

"Hey!"

Claire's trying for insulted, but she's near-giggling.

"That's my body you find so disgusting!"

Steph considers this.

And then nods firmly.

"Ew."

She is near-giggling too.

Claire shakes her head.

"You just have no appreciation for the miracles of nature."

"I have lots of appreciation," Steph argues, grinning. "Just not when it comes to eating them."

After a moment's hesitation;

"So how's the bar?"

SUBJECT CHANGE FTW!

Yeah, because ... ew. They're about out of eating-people jokes without getting obscene.

"It's good," Steph says happily, returning to her dishwashing. "I like meeting all the people that come through town now.

"How's your Sokka doing?" More than a polite return question: Claire's Sokka was all yelling at Steph's last Steph saw him, and she worries.

Claire grabs a tea towel and starts on the drying, companionably.

"He's OK," she says vaguely. "He's kind of freaked out by..."

Shifty glances around the kitchen.

"...y'know."

"Yeah," Steph says, lowering her voice in case the ghost is listening. She hasn't seen it yet, but she's been trying to.

"Mine too. It's gotta kind of suck for them."

"I'd freak out if it was Peter," Claire admits. "Or Jackie. And we have stories of ghosts at home. Sokka just didn't know what to expect."

"Oh man, really?" Steph sighs, anxiously. "I didn't know that. No wonder mine flipped."

"How badly did he flip?"