It's amazing, the things you can get used to. Sokka doesn't even flinch when flame bursts, only glances to it to reassure himself she's doing it with the hand not between them. When she gets frustrated, her uncle sighs and ruffles her hair again, smirking at her. "Well, you are, tiny, always have been. Just consider these further proof.

"And," he continues quickly, not wanting to be threatened with flame himself, "I wouldn't worry so much about how they're like Harry's - if lurks show up here, we'll be ready for them. But figuring out what they're s'posed to mean, especially if they've been happening for that long, yeah, that'd probably be a good thing."

Sokka does not have a good innocent face. It comes from years of no experience being innocent.