Sokka, who had been listening in on the whole conversation, gaped at the fur they used for doors. He heard some struggling from within, booming laughter from his father, then a stream of colorful Firenation profanity coming from his favorite Firelord.

He peaked through the curtain to see an embarrassed firebender trying to steam himself off his seat and deliberately staring at the floor between his feet, anywhere but the hysterical perspective father-in-law. Giving up, Zuko yanked his parka loose, only to realize that he left a parka-fur-butt-print.

Sokka couldn't help but laugh along with his father.

Oh, poor Zuko.

Posted 8/12/13

Reposted 11/20/13