03 ≋ Magic water!

[waterwhip]

WHO: Katara and you!
WHERE: The beach, the square
WHAT: Catching fish with magic water, having a fish fry
WHEN: The day after the glownies (firefly-horses) create a path to the ocean.
WARNINGS: None I can think of!

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Look, it's not like Katara hasn't enjoyed tending to the greenhouse. Being able to help provide for everyone has been extremely motivating and rewarding to boot, but at the end of the day she's a Water Tribe girl through and through. The minute a path appears that leads down to the ocean, she's there, swimming in the chilly water, bending the ocean around her to make ice and waves and streams.

The idea for a communal dinner comes to her when she catches a fish in a floating sphere of water. Back home, nobody in the Tribe ever ate alone, and the same was true of her friends when they traveled together. It would be good for morale, wouldn't it? A big, hearty meal that everyone can share together.

It only takes her a moment to make a big icy tub on the beach and fill it with ocean water. Soon, half a dozen colorful fish are swimming around in the shallow water, and Katara wades back out into the surf to catch another. Join her if you like!


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It took a little bit of doing, but everything is ready. The fish are all cooking away on a griddle made from a piece of scrap metal set over stones and placed over an open fire. She's recruited a little help in gathering fruits and vegetables from the greenhouse, and those are either stewing together or have been converted into little dumplings which are frying right alongside the fish.

It took a little bit of innovation, but there should be enough for everyone to have a serving, and as much as she always complained about being the 'mother' of her little group of friends, there's something affirming about being able to that now for her new friends.

Whether it's leaves from the greenhouse or actual bowls, there's going to be some kind of arrangement so people aren’t just eating with their hands. It’s an effort, but one she’s happy to make.


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[ Katara's happy face pops up on the screen. Like before, she's in front of the fountain. No art this time, though. ]

I've cooked dinner for everyone who wants to come and eat. There are vegetarian options, too. Come down to the square and eat with me. I caught twenty big fish so there's enough for everybody.

Comments

[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded a little. It was selfish to want someone else here, but... he couldn't help it, either. As much as he didn't want his friend stuck, it would be nice to see them again.

But, it was also nice to move back to another topic.]

Alright. Yeah. That sounds good. I'm sure others will appreciate it.

[the_tailor]

Definitely. Good food is a really important part of raising spirits and morale, after all. I think all of us would get on here a lot better if that was worked on.

[Maybe that could be his focus for a little while?]

'sides, it's hard to take you out on a dinner date when most of the food here sucks.

[tempredmental]

[Keith chuckled.] Hunk would be proud to hear that. [Which was a good thing, really. After all, their gourmand of a friend wasn't really wrong. Keith then shrugged a little.]

I don't need the date thing right now. Just us being okay is fine. [Keith was a cheap date...]

[the_tailor]

Please, Keith. You know me all too well by now. I'm not satisfied with my own boyfriending abilities unless I still somehow manage cool dates for you.

[He leans in, kissing his cheek.]

[tempredmental]

[That got a small laugh.]

Well, just cooking dinner for each other is fine for now. We'll figure something out along the way.

[the_tailor]

Guess we will. We'll figure out some awesome things, I'm sure. We always do.

[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded.]

Yeah. We do.

[He smiled slightly and dug into his fish. He was hungry... and it wasn't a gel... or a "solid".]

[the_tailor]

[It isn't long until he's done with his own fish, and gives a satisfied sigh, wiping his mouth.]

Alright, stomach feels filled, at least. Good stuff. Well. Acceptable stuff. ...I feel bad littering, but where are we supposed to throw out our trash?

[tempredmental]

That's something we'll have to figure out, I guess.

[Keith shrugged.] Trash removal. Like, we can keep it contained to one spot? I don't know.

[the_tailor]

Guess so.

[He hums, before moving closer to Keith and leaning in against him.]

Not it on being janitor.

[tempredmental]

[Keith rolled his eyes.]

Clearly, Coran's lessons about keeping things clean didn't sink in.

[the_tailor]

Well, Coran ain't here, so nyah.

[He's a mature and responsible adult. What.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith narrowed his eyes in a flat look.]

Wow... so grown up.

[He sighed heavily and stood up, moving to clear the dishes himself, then.]

[the_tailor]

Aawwww, Keeeeeeith! Don't give me that look!

[He pouts, getting up and taking one of the dishes.]

[tempredmental]

What look?

[Keith smirked. He won.]

[the_tailor]

The judging look! It was bad enough when Shiro gave it to me, it's worse when it comes from you!

[He whines. You suck, Keith.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith only sucked when he wanted to, Lance.........]

It got you to clean up after yourself, didn't it?

[He smirked, proud of himself.]

[the_tailor]

[True, and he was damn good when he did---]

That's not the poooooiiiiiint!

[He's going to whine again like the mature adult he is now.]

[tempredmental]

Well, it was my goal, so... yeah, kind of the point.

[Keith laughed.]

Come on. [He reached over and took Lance's hand with his free one.]

[the_tailor]

Alright, alright.

[And he gives Keith's hand a squeeze. Alright, maybe he is a little whipped, but he can't honestly complain.]