Sokka stared longingly at the last lonely stewed sea prune, sitting at the bottom of the clay pot in the middle of the low table. While he had eaten more than his fair share, he still wanted just one more bite. He momentarily stared down at his stomach, which was already pooching out from his prior acts of engorgement, wondering if it could house
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*sheepishly grins* Thanks!
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Glad to hear you liked it! ^__^
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