It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining through the clearing where the gang had set up camp for the night, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Sokka was stretching and yawning out of his sleeping bag, when something caught his eye.
His sister and Zuko were both exiting Katara's tent, hand in hand, giggling and smiling at each other. Sokka watched wide eyed as Zuko gave her a quick kiss on the lips and headed off in another direction, as Katara walked toward where Sokka sat in his sleeping bag.
"Ha," says Sokka. "Ha ha ha. You're joking, right?"
Katara smiles at him as she sits down near the fire and begins to do her hair.
"For a sullen prince with a giant ego and an awful temper," she says casually as she winds her hair high above her nape, "he's an excellent kisser."
Sokka glares at his sister and opens and closes his mouth repeatedly; unsure of how he should respond to that.
"That's not funny," Sokka says, "that's the worst joke I've ever heard, and I've heard a lot of bad jokes."
"You've told a lot of bad jokes," says Aang as he lands in the camp from his glider.
"That's not the point!"
Katara rolls her eyes as she finishes putting her hair up.
"Don't worry, it's not like I'm marrying him," she pauses. "Yet."
"Ha," says Sokka, "that's so funny, I think I'm going to kill myself."
Katara smiles as she spots Zuko walking in her direction.
"I'm sure if you asked him nicely he'll do it for you," she says brightly, as she stands up to go meet her new found lover.
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A/N: I'm not even a Zutara shipper ;~; but here you go. I think I secretly like Zutara or something.. I've been writing a lot of it lately. Enjoy, and review if you've got a few minutes :) xox