Surely There Must Be Some Mistake
"Katara," he began, and she tried to peer over Sokka's shoulder to behold him.
"What? What? D'you like it? D'you like my present?"
"Katara, this is a PSP. This is my PSP."
"No, stupid." She rolled her eyes, plucked the device from his fingers and tossed it at Jet, who caught it with something in his eyes that was eerily close to reverence. "That's his present."
"What? It's my birthday –why does he get a present?"
And, more importantly.
"And hey! Why'd you give him my PSP?!"