Author's note: My housemates and I joke about how much time Tenzin must spend on the couch. For their amusement and in honor of the last LoK we got to watch together in this house before we move out, I give you: couch bending.
The Couch Bender
Tenzin sighs as he takes in the couch, pillow under one arm, blanket under another. It would be another night with his dearest friend.
A chuckle sounds from the door. "I am not so mad at you, come back to bed." The airbender continues fixing his sheets, resigned to his fate.
"No Pema," he says, his back still to his wife. "You said the couch and to the couch I have come."
Two arms wrap around his chest, a small body pressing into his back. "I am a couch bender," she laughs. Wrapping his arms around her behind him, Tenzin laughs too.
"World's greatest couch bender."