Sokka is asleep. Or at least trying to sleep. So far it's not really working. So far, he just feels woozy and pained, and the world is spinning on top of that. It's practically like he's been suckerpunched right in the brain somehow, so when the door opens... well, expect Sokka to say something a little strange.

"Nope, we don't need any vegetables, Mr. Salesman. We've got plenty of rocks here to eat. We'll be all fine for the next few days." One might actually think that Sokka were dreaming... except Sokka doesn't really talk in his sleep much. Snore, yes; talk, no.