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Chilly Boulder Creamery, Thursday evening

Evie bounced in, then stopped in front of the ice-cream freezer display, humming happily. "Hmm. Something new? Or an old favorite like rainbow sherbet? What's your favorite?" she asked Sokka.

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sarcasm_guy, but open for all your ice-cream needs.]

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"Hmm?" Sokka asked, drooling. The ice cream had distracted him from his lady! Bad ice cream! Bad! Except SO, so good... "Hmmm...."

He stepped up to the counter. "I'll have..." He looked around at all the yummy goodness. "A scoop of Raspberry-Lime Sorbet With Chunks of Real Fruit, a scoop of Quadruple Fudge Marshmallow Death By Chocolate, and a scoop of Bubble Gum, in a waffle cone. With caramel topping. And my special lady friend would like...?"

He grinned at Evie, not sure whether to put his Sokkatastic mack on or simper like a puppy dog, and ending up just looking like a dweeb.

"Heee!" It's a good thing Evie's an equal spaz. And just as enamored of sugar. She thought that was *charming*. "Yes! Coffee ice cream with chocolate chips, Minty Swirl with minty bits, and, umm, ohhh, Deep Dark Dutch Chocolate with brownie chunks!" She tried to look less hyper. Except for the vibrating. "Oh, I mean, I should probably just get one little scoop of chocolate-- you don't have to splurge..."

But! Minty Swirl!

"No, you shouldn't. I've got mo-nay now." He smiled at Evie, feeling all cool and stuff, and then smirked at the person behind the counter. "Give her what she asked for, man! The whole everything!"

Evie bounced on her toes, and then, greatly daring, darted in and gave Sokka a quick kiss on the cheek.

A date! With ice cream!

"So. Um. Do you have a little brother or little sister showing up tomorrow?"

Sokka turned bright red, and gave her a kiss on the cheek back.

"Yeah," he said, as the server handed him his cone. "But I don't know who. The sheet just said it's an animal." He shrugged. "Maybe another talking cat? I don't know. What about you?"

Internal squee!

Evie turned bright pink, and hummed for a minute. "Oh. Um? Yes! That is to say, his -- or her-- name is Kou Leifou," she said, pronouncing it carefully. "I don't know if that's a boy's or girl's name. I just hope I can help them out here, and do as good a job as Blair did for me my first term here."

"Boy's name," Sokka answered definitively, with his mouth full of ice cream.

After Evie had her cone and he had paid, he led her over to a table. "So Blair was your big?" he asked, by way of conversation. "Uh. I haven't really, uh... Talked to Dean at all. Much. I should probably get to know him better, huh?"

"Boy. Oh, I hope he's all right with having a Big Sister. And I hope he isn't actually older than I. That could be awkward." She licked her way around the cone, smiling happily. "I do so adore mint.... Yes, Blair was a great help my first term. Explained so many Americanisms, and customs, and let me know what was expected when I was utterly overwhelmed." She cocked her head. "Dean is your Big Brother? He's quite nice, really. I've talked to him a few times. He was always kind to me."

And, well. Quite gorgeous. But, moving on...

"And yours is going to be an animal?" Evie frowned, taking another quick lick of her cone. "LIke, oh, Faithful? Or perhaps someone who'd been turned into an animal?"

Sokka totally wasn't staring at Evie with a glazed look on his face. Not even. Really.

"Uh, yeah. Seems nice. I just haven't... Talked to him all that much? I don't know why. I guess just that I didn't need much help, maybe."

He took a big bite out of his cone. "Dunno about the animal. That's all it said. Big brother, Sokka. Little brother, animal." He shrugged and gave Evie a big smile.

The glazed-ness went completely over Evie's head, whoosh. She did wonder if she had ice cream on her nose, though, and dabbed at it with a napkin.

"You're very self-sufficient," Evie agreed, looking both proud and envious. "I suppose that must come with being a warrior. Oh! I didn't tell you about the classes I'm taking!" She did a little chair-dance of delight, hugging herself and almost spilling ice cream everywhere. "Treasure Hunting!"

Sokka blushed at the compliment, and puffed his chest up a bit. And dripped some ice cream on his shirt, but he didn't notice it.

"Aw, NICE!" he shouted, and did a chair-dance along with Evie. "I couldn't fit all the stuff I wanted to take, so I'm not in that one. Do you get to keep the treasure you find?"

"I'm not certain, but I hope so. Isn't it lovely? At least a percentage, if we're doing the work!" She reached out with her napkin to pat at the ice cream on his chest. "Oh, dear, I hope that doesn't stain."

"I am so jealous," Sokka said, beaming at her.

His breath caught when she patted at his chest. "Uh. Um. Yeah. Uh." He coughed nervously. "I'm sure it'll be fine," he finished smoothly. "The laundry detergent here is SO MUCH BETTER than the soap back home!"

Evie started to blush when she realized what she was doing, and dropped the napkin on the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was forward of me, wasn't it? I didn't think-- well, of course it is! Everything is! This is a wonderful century with great technology and television and laundry detergent--"

And that was the top of Evie's cone landing on the table with all the flailing. "Oops."

Sokka lunged forward trying to... catch... the ice cream... somehow. Regardless, he missed it and ended up just whacking his stomach on the table. And got his cone smushed between the table and his shirt.

"AAAAGH!"

"Oh, fiddlesticks," Evie said, grabbing a handful of napkins, looking distressed. "I'm so sorry! Your delicious ice cream! You should get some more-- well, after you've cleaned that up," she added practically.

Sokka shrugged and wiped a dollop off of his shirt and ate it.

"I'm good," he said.

He smiled at Evie and then looked down at his shirt again. "This, uh... keeps happening to us, doesn't it? Guess we'll just have to get used to it."

Evie sat back, looking discouraged, then sighed and licked her way around her cone again, since it had started to melt. "We aren't very coordinated, are we? I try to be, but then things happen which I don't even *notice*." She shook her head. "I think you just have bad luck."

"Hey, I'm coordinated!" Sokka protested. "I'm very coordinated!" He waved his arm for emphasis and thwacked his hand on a nearby chair. "Ow."

"Very coordinated!" Evie agreed instantly. "Just, yes, that. Unlucky. Utterly not your fault at all. And are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sokka said. "Just a bit sticky."

He smirked at Evie. "We should keep doing this a lot, until we can do it without any accidents."

"Getting ice cream?" Evie blinked at him, then giggled, and took another happy slurp of her cone. "I think you might be quite right. Practice makes perfect, doesn't it?"

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