Zuko and Aang finally return, two whole days after they had left, but they were in much better spirits. Zuko had gotten his Fire bending back, and from the original source too.
"My uncle lied about killing the last dragon," he tells me as I hug him. "There are still two of them alive with the Sun Warriors. They showed me the way."
He and Aang proceed to demonstrate their new technique. It looks like a dance duet, filled with punches, thrusts, and ending with their outstretched fists touching each other's.
"Yeah, that's a great dance you two learned there," Sokka jokes.
"It's not a dance," Zuko retorts. "It's a Fire bending form."
"We'll just tap-dance our way to victory over the Fire Lord," Sokka wasn't giving up.
"It's a sacred form that happens to be thousands of years old!" Zuko argues.
Katara was catching onto her brother's spirit. "Oh yeah? What's your little form called?"
Zuko turns an interesting shade of pink. "The 'Dancing Dragon,'" he mutters.