Sokka don't touch tha- oh no: A Blue Fish Mingle

[save_the_souls]

Who: Blue Fish Crew and any visitors!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: SS Blue Fish!
When: February Drift Week, maybe the rest of Feb too?? Who knows.

[Hey Blue Fish Crew! The fleet is on the move again, so it's time for another mingle!

It be noted that Sokka activated a device that might cause glitches among the crew. So uh. Sorry about that. But at least once upgrades go through, we'll have a deep fryer?! Yay!

Get in, it's a mingle!]

Comments

[arcanepower]

[He glances at Eithan as he bounces in. Belth smiles in a way that makes his eyes crinkle, and then he turns back to what he's doing. A blue rune appears beneath a bag of flour and then promptly disappears, but the flour has gained some levitation.]

Apparently, I am going to live here.

[A pause.]

On the-- the ship. Not in the kitchen. Obviously.

[deviances]

Dunno, with how much some people on this ship eat, it might be likely...

[ He grins, though. That's... that's really great news, and seriously makes him happy.

And now, thoroughly distracted from thoughts of coffee for the next minute or two, he's just gonna lean right in the doorway with his arms crossed, watching the bag of flour floating. ]

But seriously, welcome to the Blue Fish. That's awesome. You need help with anything, or have you already pretty much floated shit where it needs to go?

[arcanepower]

That's very true. Two cooks doesn't seem like it's enough.

I think I have it, for now.

[Belth wiggles his fingers in a particular way. The flour floats on over to a new spot on the shelf. His other hand appears to be controlling a jug of oil atop the fridge.]

Wait, was that a dig at my height?

[deviances]

[ Aaaand now he's grinning like a damn fiend. ]

You know, I didn't actually mean it that way, but now that you've said it...

[arcanepower]

[His eyes narrow into glowing green slits.]

If flour wasn't rationed, you would look like a cloud right now.

[deviances]

[ That look? Right there? Yeah, that will never get old. ]

Probably for the best. I mean, you know I'd get you back.

[arcanepower]

[He goes back to what he was doing, organizing baking ingredients in this cupboard.]

Isn't suspended flour flammable? That seems more dangerous for you than for me.

[deviances]

[ Yes, good point. He gives an exaggerated shrug and a smug little smirk. ]

Who said anything about fire? You're startin' a food fight. Pretty sure there's eggs around here somewhere...

[arcanepower]

[Without missing a beat:]

Touch them and I'll turn you into a chicken until you lay more.

[deviances]

[ Just as quickly: ]

Hmm, I could make a nest on your head... and go ahead and smash the eggs there.

[arcanepower]

[Are they really having this argument? They are, aren't they.]

As terrible as that would be, I think you would like my ice magic much less.