It was one of those ever-increasing times that Aang wished he was anything but the Avatar.

"Stop corrupting Toph!"

"I did not corrupt Toph!"

"Oh yes you did!"

"She was already corrupted!"

"By?"

"Your stupid moron of a brother."

"I object to that!" Sokka yelled, pausing from wolfing down his bag of sea prunes. "I'm not a stupid moron."

"Hey, guys!" Aang interrupted. "Err… well, the war's over and everything's peaceful but everytime we meet up Katara tries to murder Zuko or Zuko tries to kill Sokka or something, but shouldn't we try to get along, maybe?"

Death glares. He did not get paid enough to be the Avatar (he didn't get paid at all, period). He was fifteen, and here he was, spending half his life running around the world solving other people's problems. The other half he spent trying to stop the ambassador of the Water Tribes from murdering the Prince of the Fire Nation. And honestly, the job was a lot harder than getting rid of Fire Lord Ozai.

"What exactly did Zuko do?"

"He took Toph to an 'inn'," Katara replied.

"But-"

"A bar. And more precisely, a bar where women dance around naked on the tables."

Aang looked over at where Toph was sitting with a bored expression on her face. Right. Wiping the unbidden thoughts from his mind (he was a monk, and those images were not clean at all) he gaped at Zuko.

"You did what?"

"Took her to one of those so called 'strip bars'." Katara fumed.

Aang wondered silently if Katara was annoyed on Toph's behalf because she'd been taken to a strip bar, or just jealous that Zuko had even set foot in a strip bar.

"I didn't know! It looked like a normal bar from the outside!"

Marvelling at Katara's ability to scare even Zuko when she was angry, Aang figured that it might not have been Katara's powers of scariness. It might have been more along the lines of the fact that Zuko seemed to have feelings for the Waterbender (not that he'd ever admitted it, but hey, this was Zuko and Zuko was probably in denial, and anyways, Zuko wouldn't know a crush from hate even if they danced naked in front of him). He and Toph had tried to convince him it existed - and failed miserably (though Aang seriously thought that maybe Zuko should listen, because didn't he use to like Katara?).

But on seeing Katara's expression, he decided it was probably a combination.

"Katara? Relax. He turned red and left the second he realised and dragged me out. Besides, I think he'd rather see y-"

Zuko clapped a hand over Toph's mouth and hissed at her.

"See what exactly?"

"Nothing."

Katara raised an eyebrow. "Nothing."

"Nothing."

"Right, and Sokka just decided he was gay and fell in love with you."

Aang suppressed a laugh. The mental image of Zuko being chased around by a love-sick Sokka was more than a little amusing, to say the least.

A/N: Not sure if I should continue or not, because the ending is far too sudden. Let me know what you think, okay? Okay.