Hey, guys! Time for another chapter. Enjoy! (Insert angry disclaimer here)


Aang had a very large sweet tooth. He loved desserts. Pies, cakes, tarts, cookies…you name it.

He used to make fruit pies with Monk Gyatso before he ran away. They were his absolute favorite. He especially liked it when Gyatso put in exotic fruits, like strawberries from the Earth Kingdom, or raspberries from the Water Tribes. He also particularly enjoyed cinnamon, and chocolate.

But there had always been one particular flavor that he simply couldn't resist. Vanilla.

Vanilla was Aang's favorite flavor in the whole world. He loved the way it smelled and the way it tasted. It was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and from he first time he'd had it, he was hooked.

After being rescued from his icy prison a year and a half ago, he had completely forgotten about vanilla. He grew accustomed to eating flavorless nuts (or were they rocks?) and rice on his travels. Sweets were a rarity, and because of the high cost of vanilla, he and his friends never could afford any.

One day, Katara went out to buy some food from the market. She shopped happily, picking up some meat for Sokka, vegetables for Aang, fish for herself, and fruits for Suki. As she went up to the vendor to pay, a container of brownish liquid caught her eye.

The vendor explained to her that the substance was a rare, very sweet flavor from the Fire Nation called vanilla, used for desserts. It was at a discount today, so Katara decided to buy it. She could put it into a rice pudding she planned to make later.

She paid for the groceries and walked home quickly, eager to try this new food.

As soon as she got home, she started to make the rice pudding, adding a generous amount of vanilla.

Aang, who was sitting comfortably in the living room, smelled something very sweet coming from the kitchen. He smiled. "That smells great, Katara!" he called. "What are you making?"

"Something different," came the reply. Katara came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice pudding.

"Rice pudding," Aang said. "Yum. But that isn't different."

"Oh, yes it is," Katara insisted. "See for yourself." She handed him a bowl and a spoon.

Aang took a bite, and his eyes widened. "Oh, I know that taste," he said in delight. "Vanilla…"

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her softly, giving her her first taste of vanilla.

Katara instantly loved the flavor on Aang's lips. He always tasted sweet, almost like honey, but with the vanilla on his lips he tasted completely different. It was almost like chocolate, but not as bold. Almost like peppermint, but warmer. Similar to cinnamon sugar, but mellower.

The young Airbender pulled away. "This pudding…is amazing," he said earnestly, breathlessly. A soft blush was present on his face, despite his initial action.

Katara giggled again. "I'll take that as a thank you?"

He smiled. "I used to love vanilla. I still do…I just haven't had it in so long. I used to make fruit lies with it…with Monk Gyatso. It's my favorite."

Katara smacked her lips a couple times. "Well…I like it, too. Then again, that was on you, and kissing you always tastes good. I—" She stopped dead in her tracks. What did she just say?

Aang seemed surprised, too. He remained silent, a surprised, curious expression on his face.

"—S-sorry, that was weird," Katara said awkwardly. "I meant to say—"

"N-no, it wasn't weird, it was just…surprising," Aang said, cutting her off. "I didn't know you liked, uh…kissing me that much."

"Well…yeah. Um…but it was different this time…with the vanilla." Katara twirled her hair. "I, uh…guess I'll try some of the pudding now."

Aang nodded, smiling as Katara took a bite and closed her eyes in ecstasy. "Mm…this is so good," she breathed.

"Isn't it?"

"I can see why you love it so much. But…you want to know something?"

Aang tilted his head curiously. "What?"

Katara pressed her lips firmly to his. They were both now able to taste vanilla on each other, and they absolutely loved it.

When she pulled away, she smirked. "I think I like it better on you."