Don't own Avatar. But you already knew that, didn't ya?

The fire pit stared at them with an unblinking, dark eye. For the eighth time, Katara struck the flint. Sparks fell and died against the wood. She hissed. Across from her, Sokka's voice was low and dull. "You know, it's ironic. All the time we tried to avoid fire benders, we were up to our ears in 'em. But right when we could use some heat, our spark factory goes off to look for food."

Katara hissed. "Zuko better get back here soon. These damn logs won't take!"

Sokka nodded. For a moment, his eyes grew distant. "Hey, Katara, have you noticed something… off, about him lately?"

The water bender was instantly alert. "Do you think he's hiding something?"

Sokka gestured in the negative. "Nah. It's not that. It's just… have you taken a good look at him?"

"I wasn't staring at his lips."

"What? I didn't say you were."

"Good. Cause I wasn't staring at his perfectly sculpted abs either."

Sokka blinked, and then scratched his head. "I didn't-okay, fine, whatever. It's not that. He just seems kind of-well, you know."

"I'm not following you."

"He's-how could you not notice it?"

"Notice what?"

Sokka sighed. "Katara, he's Indian."

Katara leaned back, and then stroked her chin. "And by that you mean…?"

"Indian. You know? India? The big place in Asia? He never used to look like that."

"Well, people were probably pretty angry about how many white people were in the movi-world, when everything's supposed to be based off of Asian cultures."

"Yeah, and I get that, but why Indian?"

Katara shook her head. "I think you're looking too deeply into this. I mean, isn't it close enough that he's Asian?"

Sokka was taken aback. "That's nonsense though. Zuko's features are much better represented by the Vietnamese, or Koreans. He'd be a bull among horses in India."

"A bull? So he'd be worshipped?"

"You know that isn't what I meant."

Katara stood. Her muscles groaned. "Listen, Sokka, I-"

"-can you two stop breaking the fourth wall long enough to help me carry this pig?" Zuko stepped into camp. Gripped in his arms was a massive boar. Sokka took its legs, and together they carried it to the fire. It dropped with a crunching thud.

Zuko allowed himself a moment to pant, and then turned to the fire. "You guys need me to set this up?" But there was no answer. Katara looked him over. Yes. Yes, she could see it. He really didn't fit the part.

The prince glared. "What are you guys looking at?" The siblings caught each other's eyes. Then they turned back to Zuko. It was Sokka that spoke. "Listen man, we like you and everything, it's just-"

A voice like God struck their eardrums. "Hey guys." They all turned. Their jaws dropped. For there, head shaved, clutching an air bender staff, orange clothing fluttering…

…was Morgan Freeman.

Katara was the first one to regain her senses. "Morgan Freeman? Oh God, I'm such a big fan!"

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Katara, what's wrong with you? It's me. Aang." Katara stared for a moment. She turned to Sokka. "Alright, I get where you're coming from. Let's just go. This is getting kind of weird." The two marched off into the night.

Zuko and Aang looked at each other. "What's up with them?" said the fire prince.

A yawn broke through the confusion. A sleeping bag wriggled. Toph crawled out, and then looked blankly at both men. "Did I miss something?"

I finally understand all this talk about random needs to write fan fiction. For those of you who don't know, the same guy from Slumdog Millionaire is going to be Zuko in the upcoming movie. So, yeah, I know he's probably going to be good. I just watched books two and three for the first time, so I'm kind of pumped on Avatar. And when I was confused on the casting decision, a friend of mine remarked, "well, he's Asian, isn't that good enough?" which inspired this.