"Uh, Sokka?"
Aang's voice interrupted Sokka's dozing.
"Yeah?"
"What'd you mean by 'manly-man-time'?"
Sokka shrugged. "We could . . . eat? Talk about girls?"
"Girls." Aang's expression grew distant. "Riiiight."
Sokka's eyes closed again. "Never mind."
"Speaking of girls, did you . . . mean it, back then, when you said Katara should kiss Jet? Do you think they . . . did?"
Sokka shrugged again. "Dunno. Why?"
Aang flushed. "No reason. Just curious. Uh-huh."
There was probably something more to this, but Sokka really didn't feel like thinking. So he shrugged a third time and drifted into grateful obliviousness.
