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Sokka would call himself a rational man. However, being randomly deposited on a living ship that travelled through the stars, being given clothes that were apparently alive and being surrounded by a bunch of strange people was not at all a rational thing. So he did what anyone else would have done. He went to the sensoriums to try and pretend he wasn't where he really was. He was in the eerily accurate courtyard of Master Piandao's extensive home. It was kind of relaxing, being somewhere familiar to him. Still, the thoughts of this strange new place were all that ran through his head He was going to have to look after Katara, even if she was probably one of the best waterbenders to ever walk the planet. He was her older brother and it was his responsibility to get her home, no matter what happened. The people were strange and wonderous and he had seen things he didn't know how to explain.

He sighed, shook his head. Clear your mind, Sokka. He paused, still for a moment before he drew his sword in a single fluid movement and dropped into a stance before working elegantly through a series of movements, flowing easily from attack to defense and back again, blade humming as it cuts through the air. This was the best way to work off stress and keep focused, exercise and practice, pure and simple.

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Owen smirked. "It's a great national food from my country. You grind up meat and seasonings, then form it into a disc shape. You grill or fry it, then put it in between two slices of bread. You add cheese or whatever else you want to the burger before putting the bread on."

He waved a hand dismissively. "This ship isn't that creepy. It's reasonably polite, and tentacles show up if the other crew members try to pound on you." He paused. "Plus, there's lots of hot chicks from what I've seen so far."

"That sounds amazing! Why hasn't anyone thought of this where I come from? It's like, the perfect blend of meat and bread!" Sokka grinned, then raised an eyebrow.

"This ship is totally creepy. It breathes. The clothes breathe. The food is mush. How is this place not creepy?" A pause. "And I have a girlfriend! I shouldn't be looking at other girls."

"Dunno. We got it from another country originally anyway, but it's changed so much and gotten so popular over the decades that it's more our food than it is theirs now." Owen shrugs.

He eyes Sokka cautiously. "You're not a superhero, are you? Trust me, it gets way weirder than this." He then smirks and elbows him lightly.

"And there's nothing wrong with looking. So long as you're not jumping on them like the last flight out." He grins like a fool. "And I notice you said shouldn't be looking, not 'I haven't been looking'." He cackles.

"That's like, amazing. Meat is probably the best food in the world." He sighs wistfully, obviously missing having real protein in his diet. AN eyebrow goes up at the next question.

"Superhero? I don't even know what that means. I'm a Water Tribe warrior, that's about it." He grins. "And I have seen weird. Spirits, blood-bending, a library that held the sum of human knowledge. It was pretty awesome."

A cough and a faint blush.

"Well, yeah. I mean...I'm a guy! How am I supposed to not look, you know?"

"Eh, don't question it too much. Just a buzzword from back home, really." Owen shrugs at 'superhero' being questioned, before moving on.

"Hey, no-one's blaming you, kiddo." He holds up his hand. "Does your world have the high-five?"

"Eh, alright. If you say so." Shokka returned the shrug.

"What world doesn't?" Sokka laughed and raised his hand to slap it against Owen's.

And thus, there was a high-five.

"Your world doesn't have non-composite animals or hamburgers, who knows what else you might be missing out on." Owen laughs and winks, showing he's not trying to be insulting.

"Now... if you'll excuse me while I whip this out." Owen wiggles his eyebrows and pulls a new boomerang from it's holster, flicking the switch as he hurls it into the distance, it crackling to life with electricity shooting off wildly. The current starts to ebb on it's return trip, and Owen manages to catch it and switch it off in the same motion.

"Slick, yes?"

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