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"...polish, you say."

THINKY FACE.

"...promise you won't start talking about .... anything?"

"What? You want me to not say anything all day?" Layla asked. "Or not just talk about stuff I know?"

"You can talk about stuff you know as long as it's not stuff I don't want you to talk about," Sokka informs her, crossing his arms smugly. "And you should know which stuff, since you know stuff."

"Fine," Layla says in a huffy tone. "I promise I won't break your brain."

Sokka beams at her, obviously quite satisfied with this promise.

"All right, what are you waiting for, then? Let's go!"

"Actually I was waiting for you to get over your fear of me," Layla said marking her page in her book and getting up from the ground. "Anyone else coming with?"

"I'm not scared of you! I just ... like my brain in one piece," Sokka says indignantly, folding his arms and setting off down the road.

"I'm not asking anyone else to come. I like the others too much to make them put up with you."

BFFs already.

"Well if you just want me all to yourself, I completely understand," Layla said batting her eyelashes. "I'm quite adorable you know."

She's kidding. Really.

Sokka's eyebrows bounce off the roof.

"Excuse me," he says, starting to walk down the road, "I think I'm just going to go throw up now. BLEAAAUGH!"

It's not a very convincing throwing-up noise, but it gets the point across.

Layla just smirked. "I knew you'd do that."

"I hate you," Sokka informs her haughtily.

And then puts the lie to it a moment later by eyeing her warily.

"Have you got a hat, or are you gonna walk all the way to town without one and die of heatstroke on me?"

"I have a baseball cap, sunscreen and three large bottles of water and assorted kool-aid flavors at the ready," Layla informed him. "I don't think heatstroke will be an issue but thank you for your concern."

"I'm not concerned," he informs her. "I just don't want your boyfriend beating me up. What are kool-aids?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," Layla said in a tone usually used by teachers who correct their students. "And kool-aid is a powder that you add to water to make it flavored. Like fruit flavors and stuff."

"Whatever he is." Sokka isn't too concerned. "I liked him. I don't want to end up stabbing him 'cos I accidentally got you dead. Can I see some?"

Layla was already pulling a water bottle and the SUS serving of Kool-aid from her pack. "It's like this, see?" she asked. "You just pour it into the bottle and shake it up."

Hmmm. Like science. Sokka examines it carefully.

"...okay, but what is it? Chemicals? Poison? IS IT POISON?"

"It's fruit punch. Which isn't a martial arts move," Layla explained and filled up a container for her traveling companion and then took a sip before handing the bottle over. "Here. Try it."

"Toph will break you in twelve pieces if you poison me," Sokka informs her, looking at it doubtfully.

...who are we kidding, this boy once tasted slime off a cave wall. SLURRRRRP.

"......sweet and delicious!"

"You only have 20 minute to live," Layla said dryly.

Sokka freezes.

"No I don't," he says firmly, and walks a few more steps, casually. Then, in a TOTALLY UNRELATED SEQUENCE OF EVENTS, proceeds to spit as much Kool-Aid into the bushes as he can.

PTHE PTHE PFFTH! Ack ack ack poison gettitout!

This would be Layla snickering.

"It was totally a joke," Layla said with an evil grin. "I drank some first. Remember?"

She pulls out her own bottle of previously made kool-aid and has a generous drink before grinning again at her traveling companion.

"Mmmm. Delicious."

"I knew that," Sokka says instantly.

"I was just ... spitting because I felt like it."

Yeah.

YEAH.

Yeah.

Yeah right!

"Suuuuuuure," she says rolling her eyes. "Want some more?"

Instant grin.

"Yes please!"