Kestreel smiled and looked at her. She was really kind, there was no way she was a fire nation, and if she was... She was one of a kind. "You are really kind. Sorry for doubting about you." Said Kestreel. Several minutes later, archer appeared with apot of soup, some plates and some cuttlery. "Me, Archer Fiory..." Said Archer in a terrible french accent. "... Have the honor to present you with my famous... Archer Soup, or as I like to call it; Archup." Said Archer as he served them the soup. Once everything was set, he sat and looked at them, waiting for their veredict. Kestreel tasted it and then looked at Archer. "Mmmm... It's a little bit... Watery..." Said Kestreel dead serious. "Really? A earth bending master making water nation jokes?" And then they both laughed. "It's great, Archer. Your soup is great." Said Kestreel.