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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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There's a strange man with a sword.

Taking apart ~~Anne's~~ her toaster.

"...why...?" asks Lucy, feeling terribly lost.

Sokka looks up and BEAMS at her. LOOK WHAT HE'S GOT!

"Hello! Look, this bit gets hot, and it makes bread hot, and crispy!"

"Toast," she says, blinking and nodding slowly.

..."My house," adds Lucy after a moment, gesturing. Because she's never seen him before, and he probably doesn't know.

"Oh!" Sokka jumps to his feet in a slightly spastic whirl of skinny limbs and gives her a less spastic bow, Fire Nation style. (He's in disguise still.)

"You're Lucy then! My name's Sokka, I was in Nooyawk, but a girl with purple hair brought us here, and -- is this your toaster?"

Er, was it?

"Yes."

Headtilt.

"You can fix it."

Not a question. Sokka smells competent. Bizarre, but competent.

Sokka resents bizarre! He's a perfectly normal Totally Cool manly man! NO RLY.

"Yep." He gives her a serious wide-eyed look. "I like toast."

In that case, "Welcome."

To, you know, her house.

...Lucy wonders idly where they all sleep. Then again, there was that bizarre earthquake outside earlier.

Toph's got a great career ahead of her in providing emergency housing. And Jamie brought in beds! It was the most comfortable Sokka's slept since --- well, ever really. Mmm, soft mattresses.

"Thank you!" He beams at her. "I won't mess it up. Hey, did you know that box there, it gets really hot but you can't see the fire!"

Ovens: almost as exciting as refrigerators. Sokka is SHARING HIS GLEE.

"Oven," she says primly. "For baking."

"How does it work?"

EXPLAIN.

"Ask Gabriel."

Lucy doesn't really bother with these things. And Gabriel knows how things work!

:"Gabriel?"

Isn't he the one that made Claire cry? Sokka looks very suspicious.

Sniff.

Lucy tries and fails to sort out that tangled web of relations.

"...Why don't you like him?" she asks after a moment, puzzled.

"...I never said I didn't like him!"

Sokka looks shifty.

Sarcasmface.

She can wait for you to quit denying it and answer the question, Sokka.

Really she can.

Sulky!

"...he made Claire cry. And he kills people."

He didn't mean to put the priorities in that order, but he sort of did anyway.

"Never killed anyone," says Lucy with authority.

She knows what murder smells like.

Firsthand, one might say.

"Really? How do you know?"

"I can smell it."

It probably wouldn't be a good idea to mention how she knows the scent so definitively.

Sokka peers at her.

She just looks like a person.

But okay! It's her house and one doesn't insult one's hosts.

"That's cool. What else can you smell?"

Lucy beams slightly.

"All kinds of things!"

...Probably not a helpful answer, that, but at least she said more than three words in a row?

Sokka would agree!

"...can you smell ... anything?"

Is she some kind of SUPER NOSE?

"Almost."

Oooooooo.

"What do you smell on me?"

"Not being with your family," she says immediately. "And taking things apart, and putting them back together."