...And -- once again -- he seemed more put-off by this gesture than had she not wiped the canteen's top. Didn't she realize she was getting her sweat all over his precious canteen? Bloody women.

But he corked it quickly and hitched it back onto his hip. "Traded them to the boy at the smithy for some work. Turns out she's fairly sweet on him -- he made them into a necklace and it to her as a gift." But Sharpe didn't sound too thrilled by any of this. Not least of all because the buttons were already back in his possession -- thrust into his hands after Sokka had come to visit last week. He simply hadn't bothered to sit down with needle and thread, yet.