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Sokka (the one in red silk) is in the Cooper house's kitchen.

Sokka has been there most of the time, except when he wasn't.

Sokka is likely to remain there.

Also? He has mostly disassembled the toaster.

Nobody told him not to!

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"Cool like 'hey, I can make things float', or cool like 'I dismantled the kettle'?"

She's grinning though. That's a yes.

Sokka beams at her, and holds up a handful of parts. "Cool like I can make an e-lec-tric spark with the battery and these wires!"

Hey, it's cool if you're in kinder.

Or if you've never been exposed to electricity before.

Claire looks at the battery, then back at him.

And grins just a little bit.

"Just don't do it with the mains supply."

"What's a mains supply?" Sokka asks brightly.

Claire picks up the plug for the toaster and nods towards the nearest outlet.

"That's where most of the appliances get their power from. It'll shock you enough to kill you."

Sokka looks fascinated. "Think I can bring one of those home to my world too?"

"Well, no," Claire says helpfully. "It's hooked up to live wires underground to a big station that generates all the power for the area."

"Oooooh."

Beat.

"Can we go see?"

Claire, really, you should have expected that.

Claire laughs quickly.

"Well, I don't know where it is."

Still, she's thinking quickly. Field trip is an excuse to get out of here, anyway.

"You're not gonna let a little thing like that stop us, are you?"

Field trip! With pretty blonde girl! (Sokka is endlessly fascinated by the way people in this world have bizarre hair.)

Claire grins again.

"I guess we could find it. We could find where the wires come above ground and follow them."

Sokka looks out at the endless farmland hopefully, and then doubtfully.

"...it must be a long way away." Kansas is pretty flat. "Unless it's here in the farm!" Hopeful.

"It might be?" Claire says thoughtfully. "Some farms have their own generators, I guess."

"Adventure!" Sokka declares, seizing her hand and jumping to his feet to tug her towards the door, toaster disregarded on the bench. "Let's go!"

Claire tries not to laugh as she's tugged, but tugged as she is, a luagh slips out anyway.

"OK, but I can#t guarantee we'll find anything!"

"We will," Sokka tells her, assured.

(He's rather startled that he's holding her hand. But ... why stop?)

It's Claire who lets go, naturally as anything, when they're out. But not until after tugging him gently along the side of the house.

"So we're looking for an outlet or something. Something that might contain wires."

Sokka looks hopefully at the wall.

... this might take a while.

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