"Wait, who are you and why are you treating me to dinner? How do you know my name?!" Sokka protested, bewildered at why the stranger would treat him to a meal. He reached for his trusty boomerang, threatening to hit the stranger if he were to pull any funny-business. Inspecting the man for weapons, he spotted a nice, plump, moist raw tiger-seal steak in his bag and instantly started to drool, thinking of a nice, juicy wood-roasted meal. Trying to hold his saliva back in his mouth, he retorted: "You won't fool me!" flinging his weapon at the man.
[[Sorry if this is sorta-fail, I'm a total noob at roleplaying. Don't worry, this will probably be my only roleplay-answered ask.]]