Their dinner steamed gently in the air.

"They're not coming, are they."

"Probably not."

"...Think Aang's mad at me?"

"I think he's mad at himself."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know how he is."

"...Yeah. But... you didn't see his death glare earlier."

"He's frustrated, Sokka. But he'll get over it. You know... he's got Katara."

He looked at her sitting before him, munching on her food.

I suppose I've got you, he thought.

"I know, I'll bring him back this salad thing on the menu. He'll like that."

"Let's do that," She agreed.

She couldn't see it, but he was smiling.