Good Things, Small Packages
There was one adventure had in the first months of the Avatar's journey that did not go down in the history books. It was an embarrassment for all parties involved, and they collectively decided never to speak of it again. But while the world never knew, deep in their hearts they knew. Oh they knew.
"Now, repeat it back to me," Sokka said cajolingly, crouching on his haunches in front of Katara, who at this moment was two years old. Again.
Stupid travelling magicians with their stupid practical joke spells.
"Water pwretty. Fire bad."
"Yes! Perfect."
"But fire pwre--"
"Ah! What did we just learn?"
"But--"
"Ah-ah-ah!"
"But--"
"Ah!"
Little Katara sighed. "Water pwretty. Fire bad."
"That's right, Katara. You just keep that in mind forever now, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good girl!"
Later that day, in the middle Zuko's obligatory attempt to beat up and capture Aang...
A piping young voice squealed with delight just as a heavy weight attached itself to Zuko's leg. The Prince stopped his standard angry rant to look down at... a little water tribe thing sitting on his foot. Her big, blue, toddler eyes stared up at his flaming hands in fascination.
"Fire pwretty!"
"WHAT IS THAT THING DOING ON MY LEG?"
"Fire pwretty!"
"KATARA!" Sokka shouted, mortified. "WATER PRETTY, FIRE BAD! REMEMBER! WATER PRETTY, FIRE BAD!"
"Fire pwretty!"
"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"