"So how long have you been helping the avatar and my children, son? Seems like quite a decision, considering..."

"Well, sir, I guess –"

"Hakoda."

"Sorry, sir?"

"It's Hakoda. My name."

"Oh, yeah, I know, I just –"

"Then feel free to use it, son. 'Sir' just makes me feel old. I'm not important enough to have a title."

"S – Hakoda?"

"Yes?"

"Don't call me son and I won't call you sir."

Drat. Now he's looking at me in that same way Katara did when I told her about my mother that time under Ba Sing Se. Must be inherited somehow.