[So admittedly, Sokka isn't much of a drinker. He technically came of age several years ago after passing the "ice dodging" test with Bato, but he never really had much opportunity or need to start reminiscing over a pint of anything. So while the Celsius' Tear wouldn't be Sokka's typical hangout, one thing that he knew was that taverns and inns were always good places to meet perfect strangers willing to tell you their entire life stories. And, well, Sokka's still such a New Feather at all of this (at least to him), so it made sense.
He tries to come in as nonchalantly as possible, acting cool and suave but in reality being almost anything but. He takes a seat up near the bar and starts glancing over the unofficial "menu"--because he certainly didn't know what was there--and would have done a spit-take about halfway down.]
Cactus juice? You guys honestly have cactus juice here!?
[The exclamation isn't excited but instead totally incredulous. Because seriously, why? Was this previous Sokka's handiwork?]
[Action at the bar]
He tries to come in as nonchalantly as possible, acting cool and suave but in reality being almost anything but. He takes a seat up near the bar and starts glancing over the unofficial "menu"--because he certainly didn't know what was there--and would have done a spit-take about halfway down.]
Cactus juice? You guys honestly have cactus juice here!?
[The exclamation isn't excited but instead totally incredulous. Because seriously, why? Was this previous Sokka's handiwork?]