Author's Note: This is a drabble series, where I shall put all of those ideas that decided to jump into my skull while I was watching the show, but aren't practical/long/good enough to warrant their own stories. Genres will be all over the place, and so will drabble lengths. I'll try to group the really short ones onto the same page. The idea for the title came the same way many of my random ideas do: while I was washing the dishes. Really. It's a great time to think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar. If I did, I would be a much happier and richer person.
Three Second Sunrise
Cactus Juice
"So, where would you want to go after the war?" Katara asked, looking over at Aang.
The airbender shrugged. "I don't know. I've already seen most of the world. But I would want to go back to the North Pole. I liked it there." He glanced at the next person in the circle. "What about you, Toph?"
"How should I know? It's not like I can look at a map and decide or something."
"Right. Sorry. Forgot." Aang looked around. "Sokka?"
The water tribe boy paused for a moment, tapping chopsticks on the edge of his rice bowl in thought. Reaching a decision, he declared, "New York City."
Cue awkward silence.
"What?"
Sokka blinked. "You know, New York City! NYC! The Big Apple!"
More silence.
"You know, kinda like Ba Sing Se, only bigger, and really really tall buildings, and a giant statue of some green lady with a pointy hat. And a big park in the middle of Manhattan. And the theater district! With all the musicals and stuff! And...the Brooklyn Bridge! Giant bridge over a big river! I think. OH! And then there's all the people who do street performing, like the musicians on the street corners and the people who paint themselves white or gray and pretend to be statues. And the Naked Cowboy, who isn't really naked. I don't know why he's there, but apparently he makes a living out of being the Naked Cowboy..."
The entire group stared blankly at Sokka. Toph was the one who finally broke the silence.
"Have you been hitting the cactus juice again?!"