Seven

"Let's have a party," said Ty-lee, peering at Zuko upside down, as she was doing a handstand on the wall.

"Why would we have a party?" he asked. "What do we have to celebrate at this exact moment?"

"I just like having parties," she giggled, jumping back to her feet. "Are you in?"

He shrugged.

"Yay!" she cheered, jumping from the wall to the trampoline.

That's how Zuko came to be sitting in a kiddie pool in Ty-lee's yard two days later, drinking ginger ale and watching Mai braid a pink wig that Aang was wearing.

"This is a crazy party, Ty-lee," said Azula sarcastically, eating a handful of red gummi bears. She was wearing a purple and green mardi-gras mask.

"I know!" called the hostess from the roof. "Aren't we having fun?"

"Yeah," Toph sourly, fingering the yellow tutu that Ty-lee had given her. "This is great."

She had just moved in down the block, and was a little horrified at the strangeness of the neighborhood; she was currently sitting on a stool and spinning around aimlessly.

Katara rode by, mysteriously accompanied by Jet, who was wobbling along confidently.

"Hey Katara!" called Ty-lee from the roof. "Join the party!"

"She doesn't hang out with losers like you!" Jet called in reply, crashing into some garbage cans directly after. He swiftly recovered and skated after Katara, who was looking apologetically back.

"You look pretty," Mai said, breaking the ensuing silence, surveying Aang in his pink braided wig.

"I really don't think it's his color," Azula weighed in, throwing a yellow gummi bear into the bushes.

Ty-lee poured a box of macaroni from the roof, most of which ended up in the kiddie pool. Zuko sighed.