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[i_spoiled_it]

The farm gets very quiet late at night. It's nothing like Gotham, but it's not much like Eden, either - it's a farm and it's alive, and there's wind through the fields of crops and insects buzzing around and people talking quietly back inside the farmhouse, and there's electric light spilling out from the windows but it doesn't reach very far.

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[notanoptimist]

With the twins thoroughly tucked in and the damn cat'per story read, Sokka leaves his nieces with their thoroughly relaxed mother and does not (by any means) question her relaxation.

He'd rather walk outside, stretch, and drop his head back to stare at the stars, too.

[i_spoiled_it]

He gets the light jacket in question landing on his head from the low roof of the bunker. It's harder to look at the stars with soft fluffy girly-smelling jacket blocking out his sight.

"Hey, you."

[notanoptimist]

He likes soft fluffy girly-smelling jackets, though. And as such, he continues to stand there for a minute or so with the jacket over his face.

Then he pulls it of and smirks at her over his shoulder.

"Hey," is said, as he walks over to try and climb up with her.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph leans down to offer him a hand up, grinning. It's obvious her night is incredibly improved by this development.

(How unusual!)

"All finished cat'per-ing?"