A/N: Yes, I know this isn't the third chapter of my death and despair fic. I got distracted.
Sokka loved meat. Everyone knew this. For as long as his family could remember, he had treated seal jerky the same way a young Katara had treated her dolls. That, however, was no excuse for the scene currently unfolding in front of Katara and Zuko.
The Water Tribe warrior was sitting in the middle of his igloo – sorry, watchtower – huddled over a rather large piece of what looked to be a medium-rare tiger-seal steak.
"Sweet, beautiful, precious," Sokka murmured to the steak as he rubbed it against his cheek with one hand and caressed it with another. "Daddy will never leave you again, I promise."
Zuko just stood dumbstruck and the slightest bit disgusted as Sokka cooed to the dinner entrée. They had come to ask when Sokka would want dinner, but it seemed he'd beaten them to the punch. Sort of. Maybe? Zuko could feel his brain shutting down from the awkwardness of the situation. Maybe we should just leave…
While Zuko slipped further into awkward repulsion, Katara simply became increasingly angry. She marched up to Sokka and tore the meat from his hands, holding it as far away from her brother as she could while he scrambled to take it back. Only when her refusal to return the steak had reduced Sokka to a whimpering lump at her feet did she begin to scold him.
"What is wrong with you?!" she shouted. "We did not travel all the way from the Fire Nation to visit for you to act like a freak! Really, Sokka, is this really the best way to greet a sister you haven't seen in a year? I can't believe this!"
"What else was I supposed to do?!" Sokka shot back, though his eyes never left the perfectly good meal in Katara's hand. "It's not like I've been sitting around doing nothing! I just got back from traveling with Aang! Do you know what that's like?! HE WOULDN'T LET ME EAT MEAT. I'm the Meat and Sarcasm Guy! You can't take that away from me. Now give me back my meat!" With one swift movement he took the steak from Katara and returned to his original position, whispering sweet nothings to his prize all the while.
Katara threw up her hands in defeat and left the snow hut, dragging Zuko along with her. Outside her rant began anew. "I can't believe him! All I wanted was a bit of normalcy away from court and he gives me this!" She crossed her arms and huffed, disappointment clear as day on her face.
Zuko smirked. Katara should have known better than to expect anything remotely close to normal from her brother, and he said as much. The next thing he knew, he was being pummeled with snow balls the size of his head. Soon a full-scale snow ball war broke out, the kind which left both sides curled on the ground, breathing heavily.
Zuko rose first, pulling Katara up with him. "Come on," he said, "let's see how Sokka reacts to us cleaning out that huge buffet table without him."
Katara's only response was to kiss him full on the mouth and run toward the tribe's dining hall.