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[Splish splosh splish splosh... yes, that's the gentle sound of water sloshing back and forth. And then the journal page wells up with liquid. Yep, Tyki tipped some water on the page.]

Goldfish are sorely underestimated, you know.

For their potential for amusement... they're quite colorful. And flavorful.

[Splosh.]

[Joshua C.]

Where are you?

[For anyone in the prison: Tyki got a goldfish bowl from somewhere. He's holding it in front of his face, tilting it back and forth meditatively, watching the fish swim around.

Hey, it passes for television well enough, or... or something.]

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[waterbends]

[And then, about half an hour later, she'll be at the prison with an armful of picture books.]

[phaseshifts.livejournal.com]

[He's still lying on the piles of holiday robes (you remember how he was talking about the floor being squishy before, Katara?). He's smoking, as he has been nearly nonstop since being imprisoned, lying on his back staring at the ceiling... and now there's a round bowl with a couple goldfish in there sitting near the wall too.]

[waterbends]

[Oh, well. She won't bother him, then -- she'll simply slip the books through the bars of his cell, letting them whup! the floor loudly.]

[phaseshifts.livejournal.com]

[He does glance at her, tapping ash off the but of his cigarette.]

[waterbends]

Here.

[The thud of a book hitting the floor, and then another.]

Books.

[phaseshifts.livejournal.com]

Charitable of you.

[waterbends]

I try to be.

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[He just blows some smoke... and looks away from her to stare up at the ceiling again.]

[waterbends]

What are you smoking, anyway?

[phaseshifts.livejournal.com]

Haven't you got tobacco in your world, little miss?

[waterbends]

It's rare. And expensive. Traders don't often bring things like that down to our tribe.