"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.