Word Count: 167
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Last night I couldn't write anything, but tonight my brain is just spurting things out left and right. Ahh, the fickle juices of creativity.
"A princess?" Zuko asks disbelievingly. "You were dating a princess?"
"Try not to sound so surprised," Sokka tells him caustically, glaring.
"Are you insane!" Zuko cries, roughly shaking the other boy by the shoulders.
"Zuko, that's not ni--" Katara began.
"Have you met Azula!"
"Uh, actually, Zuko, not all princesses are psychotic teenage death-machines," Katara explains gently.
"Only the ones from the Fire Nation," Sokka adds helpfully. "Bad blood, I bet it is."
"Yeah," Katara agreed. "Probably comes from centuries of inbreeding or something like that."
"Inbreeding? Isn't that where you marry somebody in your own family?" Aang asked innocently.
"Yes, Aang," Katara answered.
"Gross!"
"It is, isn't it? We don't do that in the Water Tribes," Sokka states proudly. "We're much more civilized than that."
Zuko almost points out that Sokka spent the first sixteen years of his life living in a tent, but decides that it's probably not worth the effort.
That, and he's pretty sure that his mother is his father's fourth-cousin...
END.