Master of the Pielements [open]

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

The Person: Aang, the Avatar, master of all four elements, truly an individual to be reckoned with.

The Place: The Lounge. Right now, he was in the kitchen practicing his Airbending via the highly deadly art of--

Making fruit pies. What? It took some very precise Airbending to get the fruit fluff all fluffy on top. Good practice.

And eating the fruits of his labor was, uh...exercise for his jaw, yeah. And stomach.

Okay, so he was just hankering for cake after all that time with GLaDoS. It was still good Airbending practice, though.

And he brought the rest out to be served to whoever had a hankering for confectioneries.

"Hey, do you want a piece of fruit pie?"

Come and let me bake you the pie of my people.

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[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I'm really, really, absolutely sure it's okay," he said. "I forgive you."

[whyarewehere]

Grif cracks a slightly forced smile.

"Well, okay. I'm sorry I shot you."

He takes a bite of the pie, chews, and swallows. "I don't apologize for much, so don't you forget it," he adds. This may be an attempt at a joke.

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I won't," said Aang with a smile. "What's your name, anyway?"

[whyarewehere]

"Grif," he answers. No rank, no first name. He's trying to distance himself from the former as much as possible and he's just not used to going by Dexter anymore.

"You're a good cook. Who taught you this?"

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"Monk Gyatso, the monk who raised me. He taught me the secret to a good fruit pie is in the gooey filling," Aang said cheerfully, finishing the others.

Ack, sorry! >.o

[whyarewehere]

"So you were raised by a monk, huh?"

Grif takes another bite of the pie. It is really good. He chews and swallows most of it before talking again. "I guess that explains some stuff."