The flames were flickering in the pitch black night. Aang was sitting eating his moon peach stir fry ravenously. He hadn't eaten all day and the barbecued meal was particularly delicious. He finished in record time and was just licking his fingers to get the last of the gorgeous sauce, when he heard a muffled giggle from the other side of the small bonfire they had lit. He looked up from his hands with his tongue still pointing out his mouth and saw Katara and Sokka in fits of silent laughter, their bodies bathed in the orange light of the fire.
"What!" he exclaimed, put out. They just looked at him again then started rolling over on the ground, shaking with humour.
"Just look," said Sokka, wiping the tears from his eyes as he passed Aang a small shard of mirror they carried. Aang was confused, but took it anyway, and glanced at his reflection. He studied his confused face for a second, then started roaring with laughter along with his two best friends.
"Aang, cut it out!" cried Katara as the barbecue sauce that the airbender had all the way along his face from ear to ear rubbed off on her ocean blue tunic as he rolled maniacally along the ground.
"I'm s-sorry, its just… just so… funny!" he spluttered through mouthfuls of air. Katara stopped fussing with her outfit and exchanged a look with Sokka. His tan face was obviously struggling to keep straight. She raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged back. Then he joined in with Aang in jumping around and whooping amongst the tall grass blades that surrounded the little clearing they had built the bonfire in. She sighed defeatedly, then found her sleeping bag and snuggled down inside it. Her last remaining conscious thought before drifting off into the foggy murk of sleep was 'Boys.'