A/N: The last third of Lucrezia's request, Katara's section. Really short. Inspired by my 2-year-old niece. Enjoy!

Prompt: Katara and Kya; Life's Mystery

Requester: Lucrezia6565

Words: 339

"Mommy, how are babies made?"

The question, although innocent enough coming from the mouth of a five-year-old girl, made Kya choke on the mouthful of arctic seal-meat soup she had been taste-testing. She glanced quizzically down at her daughter. Katara's glowing blue eyes, brimming with curiosity, made her heart melt at the sight. Giving the bubbling stew an absentminded stir, Kya wondered if she should be having this conversation with Katara at such a young age. After a brief moment of contemplation, she decided against it.

"You know what, honey? I'll tell you when you're a little older."

"Oh," Katara's face fell, but then she looked back up; the flicker of frustration was gone, replaced with a calm acceptance layered over with a healthy skepticism at her mother's clear avoidance of the conversation. Finally, though, even that uncertainty was gone, her faith in Kya's actions as unyielding as only a child's can be. Instead, Katara offered an alternative. "Okay, Mommy. How about when I'm six?"

Kya smiled and pulled her daughter up on her lap, where she settled in comfortably. "We'll see. In the meantime, why don't you try the stew and tell me if it needs anything else?"

"Okay!" Katara beamed brightly, her previous disappointment forgotten. Opening her mouth wide, she allowed Kya to spoon some stew onto her waiting tongue. Swallowing, Katara smacked her lips thoughtfully. With a decisive lift of her chin, she looked up at her mother. "Daddy likes it with more salt. Sokka told me it makes it taste more…" she made a face, "…manly."

Stifling a chuckle, Kya nodded solemnly. She barely held back a smile that tugged at her lips. Moments like these with her daughter warmed her to the core. "Good then. More salt it is. We'll make the manliest seal-stew ever eaten by men, won't we, 'Tara?"

Katara nodded enthusiastically, taking the spoon from her mother's hand and twirling it in the air.

"And tomorrow night," the five year old beamed, "We'll make the girl-iest seal-stew ever eaten by girls!"

A/N: Was it weird? Strange? Odd? All of the Above? Tell me what you think. :D