004. Snowman
"It's hot. I don't want to do anything that has to do with how hot it is," Azula complains as she lies down on the beach. She rests on a blanket that she spread over the abysmal sand, but the umbrella over it does not help cool her down in the slightest.
"We could…" Ty Lee is momentarily befuddled, but then it hits her. "We could make snowmen!"
Azula pauses before looking up at the poor girl halfway through a quite lovingly built sand castle. "We're on Ember Island. We can't make snowmen."
"I know that," Ty Lee says, pouring water into her moat. Then she tires of it, and pours the rest of the water on top to watch it melt. She feels kind of like she is melting. "But we have sand…"
"You want to make… sandmen?" Azula asks, cocking her right eyebrow.
"Yup, yup, yup," Ty Lee replies with a huge, warm grin.
Azula shrugs. "I have nothing better to do except for dry out into a sandy husk of a person. We will build your sandmen."
"Yes!" Ty Lee has never been more excited about an afternoon in her life.
Azula, on the other hand, is less than enthused.