A/N: KfVD, 2016 edition! I started writing this half an hour before Valentine's Day actually began. Fun times.

This one does not continue on with the last one. This is just a random one.

The 2016 Edition – Restaurant Shenanigans

They actually had to wait to be seated. There was a line, a line to wait to be seated. Katara would've laughed if she didn't think people would glare at her.

Aang was leaning on her, his shoulder on top of hers, and every now and again he'd nudge her head with his chin and give a silent chuckle. When they'd first walked in and discovered that they had to wait in line, they stood like all of the other couples; side by side, still, exchanging quiet small talk. For a start, they were quite good at it. Then Aang started getting restless, and had decided that he would play footsies with Katara.

'I have never know you to stand still for more than five minutes, do you know that?' Katara had hissed under her breath as she shuffled on the spot to try and avoid Aang's big feet. 'Not six years ago, not now. It's crazy.'

Aang had huffed, not looking at her but grinning down at their feet, ever the vigilant player. 'I have stood still for well more than five minutes. I meditate for half an hour most days. To become a master I had to meditate for a whole week. Didn't even move a muscle.'

'Well, why don't demonstrate that great self-control now?'

Aang hadn't even bothered with replying, just stood on her foot when she stopped moving it for a few seconds. Katara had given a little hop, then stomped down on Aang's toes with as much force as she could gather.

He had let out a weird – and rather loud – scoff, half surprised and half annoyed at his own sluggishness. Several people waiting around twisted around to glare at them.

Katara had cleared her throat, giving them an apologetic smile. Aang had the sense to stay quiet, reaching up to tug the scarf he had wrapped around his head to make sure it was still in place.

'No more stepping on my feet,' Aang had whispered to her after the people had turned around. Katara glared at him, resisting the very real urge to poke out her tongue.

Which lead them to where they were now; Aang leaning against Katara, taking advantage of his latest growth spurt. He hadn't stopped growing in the past few months, and was now a good few heads taller than her, something he kept gloating over. At least he stopped trying to crush her toes, though (although Katara suspected as soon as they sat down, all hell would break loose).

After another few minutes, a waiter come up to them. 'So sorry for the wait,' he said. 'A table for two?' Katara nodded and moved to follow him, and Aang stumbled when she disappeared from underneath him. She grinned at him over her shoulder, and he made a face at her.

The waiter seated them, and told them someone would be out soon to take their order. Katara waited until the waiter walked away before kicking Aang in the shins, and looked at him innocently as he choked on his water.

Once he had stopped spluttering, he looked at her. 'Ow,' he said, and Katara smiled.

'Oh, I was under the impression that we were having a lively game of footsies.'

'I was under the impression that you didn't want to play, but if you really wanna do this-'

'Hello, I'm Chelle, and I'll be your waitress for the day!' A young woman stood over their table, smiling broadly and placing two menus down on the table. Katara drew her legs under her chair before Aang could take the opportunity to kick her back.

'We'll have today's special,' Aang told the waitress, and she smiled at him before walking off. Aang looked at Katara, raising an eyebrow, and she kicked him under the table again, and Aang managed to step on her toe before she got away.

'This,' Aang grunted, 'is not how I imagined Valentine's Day would go.'

'Well, this was your idea,' Katara pointed out, delivering a swift blow to his ankle.

He tried to kick back, but hit the table leg instead. 'And what a lovely idea this was.'

Katara rolled her eyes, Aang tried to kick her again, but again got the table leg. The whole table jolted, and Katara grabbed her glass before it could fall over. 'Dammit,' Aang hissed. 'Spirits, my toes. Ouch.'

Now that she had her glass in her hand, she took a sip from it. 'Want me to kiss it better?'

Aang mumbled something under his breath that she didn't quite catch, and judging by his grin, she was glad he hadn't said it out loud. She leaned in. 'What was that?'

Aang braced his forearms on the table. 'Maybe when we get home.'

A/N: My Valentine's Day consisted of working a five hour shift at Foodworks, and a couple hours of Firerunning practice. How about yours?

Well, thanks for reading! Please review what you thought, and see you in a year's time!