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There are three people sitting out on the grass by the farm house.
Three people and a cake.
Three people and a cake, and some presents.
Three people, a cake, some presents and party equipment.
One of the paper blowers is already on fire.
Say this about the Frays: They can throw a party.
Three people and a cake.
Three people and a cake, and some presents.
Three people, a cake, some presents and party equipment.
One of the paper blowers is already on fire.
Say this about the Frays: They can throw a party.
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It also does not prevent any Fray from spotting the two figures jumping out of the plane, one tall and one short, both long-haired and kinda scruffy and both grinning enormously. Steph stays back to hug Sparrow in brilliantly abundant gratitude, which means Sokka gets to run ahead towards the farm.
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Sokka is back in jeans and a t-shirt, a jacket for cool Kansas autumn. The leathers and parkas were left behind with the tent and igloo and all other supplies. His hair is long again and he really is scruffy with a beard on his chin. His wraps are on and patched, looking not nearly as frayed as they had been.
Aside from a lack of necklace at his throat, he hasn't looked so comfortable since Apocalyptica.
Even when the expression on his face is obviously a mix of excitement and nerves when he catches sight of his family.
A backpack is hefted up onto his shoulder and he starts toward them slowly.
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Loo looks up from having her face cleaned to see where her sister's going, and shouts in surprise, wriggling away from Mom. "Unc' Sokka!" She runs past her sister, towards him, in her haste tripping over onto her face at his feet.
Mel stays where she's sitting, watching with a smile - albeit a smile that's about to burst into tears with relief.
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But it's Loo that really does it. Loo, who'd stopped asking for him, who's running, running when she was still stumbling through walking when he last saw her, who shouts in surprise and excitement and screams 'Unc' Sokka' because that's his name and who does not trip onto her face, because Sokka drops his backpack and swings her up into the air the second she reaches him.
Grinning so wide it hurts his face and eyes misty enough for his vision to blur.
"LOUISE!"
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Hana, obviously, wants a piece of this, and picks up her pace, dropping the cake on the grass in her excitement.
"Me! Me up!"
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"You?" Sokka demands, still grinning and laughing as he gets an arm under Hana's butt and lifts her up onto his hip, too. "Why you?"
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It's a standard answer to 'why' when Hana doesn't understand the question. She kicks happily on his hips and tries to climb onto his shoulder.
Loo starts tugging on his beard - it's new.
Mel still hasn't stood up. She's sitting, hugging her knees and watching fondly.
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You said cake
CAKE!
Which is to say, somebody small and yellow is kind of hovering behind a convenient banister. Watching. For any opportunity that cake might go unguarded.
Somebody who is drooling a little.
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The car tumbles to rest in the grass and gets a quick zap for its trouble.
The yellow thing stares at Hana, in case she's planning more projectile launching.
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Actually, the automatic reaction is, normally, to run back. The mitigating factor here is that Hana is covered in cake.
Which is why the yellow thing is frozen in indecision. Because, while a human is coming toward it, cake is also coming toward it!
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"Pika!" she says again.
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Sonia is pretty sure that the blower is not large enough to make a Useful Fire. Which means that there is some kind of thing going on.
Ralph is already down and messing with the nearest shiny thing.
Which means he is immediately restrained from playing with the burning blower. Fire is bad for you!
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Mel grins at Sonia over the head of a cake-ravaged Hana. "Birthday party."
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Ralph is watching with amazement at this NEW AND AMAZING object. THAT MAKES NOISE!
And does not work when you try the other end, unfortunately.
Though he does have some fun trying to catch the blown-out end of Loo's blower. IT MOVES!
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"Free!" Hana declares, holding up three fingers and beaming.
Loo is delighted at the game with Ralph, and keeps blowing it at him.
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The near-a-year-old Ralph is sufficiently entertained at blower training. To the point of kind of crushing the end once with grabby hands.
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Loo is now trying to put the mouth end in Ralph's mouth to see if he'll blow.
"Fig he's about ten months? Based on the girls at that age."
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There's more than a little apprehension in the way he looks at Mel. And discomfort. And guilt.
But he does meet her eyes, at least.
"...hey."
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She turns her head to Sokka, and meets his gaze with no hesitation, and a faint smile.
No anger, no resentment. Just relief that still hasn't settled.
"Hey."
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He slides his hands into the pockets of worn jeans he'd changed into on the plane, leather and fur and parka left behind in the snow. But his wraps and gloves are new, fresh leather, made by himself. His hair is long and braided in places. He still hasn't shaved off the beard on his chin.
He's still watching Mel warily.
"Everything's okay?"
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And a gentle smirk.
"Except that thing growing on your face."
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His smirk is small, but it comes with a relaxed, easier posture.
"I could dye it green and pink but I'd hate to take away the one thing that makes you special."
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Mel hoards hair dye. It's like trying to find bleach near Dinah.
She steps closer and gives the offending item a tug. "Could keep things in that."
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