Sokka remembered the memory fondly, that was the first time he had met the prince Zuko of the fire nation. A tall lanky 18 year old with a big red scar across one eye and a wicked smirk. Sokka laughed fondly as he wrote on a piece of parchment, he and the prince didn't exactly get off to a great start.

"And over here are the kitchens, some food has been prepared that you should find satisfactory." Zuko led them into a large room with benches and counters covered with bowls, plates, pots and pans all stacked neatly in perfect order. Zuko finally came to a large fancily set table with rich red table cloths. He swept his hand out over the table laden with baskets of fruit, bowls of steaming bread, dried and seasoned fish, roasted vegetables, fried komodo chickens, dumplings, jam tarts, pots of tea and cakes with whipped cream piled high. Sokka began to drool. "Looks great!" hastily bowing before practically jumping onto the table. In true Sokka fashion he began to stuff his face with every bit of food within reach. Zuko made a sound of disgust. "Are you not taught manners in the water tribe?"

Sokka's eyebrow twitched and he stopped chewing to glare up at the fire prince. He gulped down the large sum of food in his mouth before breathing heavily. 'Remember what Father said, best behaviour, it would not be seen to be good behaviour if I ran the heir to the fire nation through with my sword I guess.' Sokka thought angrily before he offered a komodo chicken wing to the prince before he was scoffed at. Sokka decided to ignore him before he heard the Prince mutter. "I guess you're all the same, just water tribe peasants"

'Good behaviour be dammed' Sokka leaped up from the table and pounced onto the prince "I'll show you peasant you stuck up fire nation brat." Zuko not expecting it fell to ground with Sokka on top of him, before quickly rolling them over and jumping back to glare at the boy. Sokka charged again but expecting it this time Zuko lowered himself to perform a low swinging kick that sent Sokka hurtling out of the kitchens and into the hallway.

Zuko ran after him to see Sokka standing in a fighting position, "that all you got your highness?" Zuko let out a roar of frustration and quickly punched two balls of fire straight towards him. Sokka quickly rolled out of the way before propelling himself off the wall to come flying at Zuko from above. Zuko went to move out of the way but Sokka got him in the shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground. He quickly bounced back onto the balls of his feet as Sokka tried to get him with a right hook. He dodged and sent a wall of fire towards him. Sokka ran down the hall and round the corner into the large courtyard narrowly missing the flames. Sokka searched his surroundings only to find nothing but a fountain over in the centre of the courtyard gardens and a small bucket with gardening tools sticking out of it off to the side, with a smirk Sokka took off towards the flowing water.

Zuko came running round the corner, dagger like flames protruding from his fists. He scanned the courtyard but could find no signs of the troublesome water tribe boy. "Where are you?" growled the prince walking stealthily into the gardens. 'Stupid water tribe boy, idiotic warrior wannabe, harebrained slovenly slob' Zuko wasn't about to lose the troublesome guest, he would pay for attacking him.

"Looking for me?" Came a cocky voice from above. Before poor Zuko even had time to blink he was attacked by an onslaught of water cascading down on him and was left with the sight of a triumphant Sokka kneeling on the edge of the roof, empty bucket in hand, Sokka then leapt off the roof and onto the fire prince. Not quite judging the landing properly they both got smacked into the ground Sokka on top of Zuko, knocking the air out of both of them.

"You know you're not such a bad fighter for a spoiled hot-headed prince" Sokka rolled off and laid out like a star fish on the now damp grass breathing heavily. Zuko scoffed "You're not so bad yourself, you know for an uneducated non bender that is." They both smirked at each other as they lay in the grass.

"What in the world is going on here, why are you both wet? Sokka...why are you holding a komodo chicken wing in your hand?" both looked up to see Bato, Chief Hakoda's adviser staring at them surrounded by awe struck guards and servants before looking back at Sokka's hand which was still tightly clutching the said wing that he had offered to Zuko. Both burst into hysterical laughter, "have you been holding that the entire time?" asked a laughing Zuko. "Hehe I guess so."

Sokka chuckled as he recalled the memory, he sealed the letter he was writing and called for Bato. "Send this to next boat going to the fire nation; it's for a good old friend of mine."