"Really? Seriously? I'm the only one?" Dinah asked, wandering in and waving back with a big smile. "And is it that obvious?" She gave him a worried look. "I didn't already do something that just totally screams 'new girl', did I?"

"Hi! Dinah, aspiring boomerang artist," Dinah said, grinning wider, then wondering if that sounded lame. Well, so what. It was true, so? And how many guys opened up with mentioning boomerangs? "Not very good at it yet, though. I break things. Windows. Bottles. But I'm getting way better at it!"

"Yes!" Discretion? What discretion? "My friend Barbara? Has the coolest boomerangs, with trackers and explosives and these blades on them? But she won't let me use them until I learn how to throw the other ones and get really good at them." Dinah paused, trying to figure out how to explain that, and laughed a little nervously. "She designs stuff. For computer games."

"Wooo!" Awesome, someone to practice with! "I know, I mean, it's a distance weapon, and you don't disarm yourself, and if you aim it right the civil-- I mean, people around you don't get hurt at all! Plus you can hit multiple targets! Sheesh." She beamed at Sokka, feeling like she'd found a soul-brother or something. "I don't know? Maybe? I mean, I could ask Barbara." Who had so much more sense than to give those to Dinah, let alone anyone else. "Maybe one of the glow-in-the-dark ones with the beeps that let you know if you got it right, at least. They're supposed to be practice ones!" Maaaaaaaybe.

"Totally! It's near the gym, right? Someone was mentioning that. I've got classes tomorrow," Ack. Yes. "And Friday. But sometime in between would be perfect! How'd you get into boomerangs, anyway?"

"Neat!" Frankly, everything here is neat, if you ask Dinah, but really, South Pole? So much cooler than South Bronx. "So, do you hunt things with spears too? I saw some PBS Special on Artic hunters, and they tracked walruses and went after them in groups?" She frowned. "Not much to hunt here, hunh?"

"If I had to kill my food I'd probably be a vegetarian," Dinah admitted. "Or live off peanut butter. But it's still kinda cool." She grinned. "This is the coolest school ever. There's wizards and metas and musical actors who sing at you and now hunters with boomerangs! They should so put this stuff in the brochure."

"Dean said he turned into a doll?" Dinah checked. "But he didn't say 'crazy.' I mean, does it happen everywhere?" What if they all turned into dolls? That might not be as cool.