[Bumi seems to give this some sincere consideration. Because, after all, he's nothing if not both sincere, and considerate.
Okay, maybe we're fudging a bit on that second one. Eventually he shrugs and gives his best, eh face.]
I'm okay if you're okay.
[You didn't just hear a lot of Sokka in that response. You totally didn't. That was all in your imagination.
He continues towards his intended table-shaped destination, and plops himself down with a bowl of cold left over Water Tribe noodles from last night's dinner.
There is no better breakfast, don't let anyone ever tell you different.]
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Okay, maybe we're fudging a bit on that second one.
Eventually he shrugs and gives his best, eh face.]
I'm okay if you're okay.
[You didn't just hear a lot of Sokka in that response. You totally didn't. That was all in your imagination.
He continues towards his intended table-shaped destination, and plops himself down with a bowl of cold left over Water Tribe noodles from last night's dinner.
There is no better breakfast, don't let anyone ever tell you different.]
To what do I owe the honor, Uncle Hotman?