"As I have never set fire to a bar before," Sokka begins, frowning at her brattish smirk, "that would have been an instance of Iroh not being me."

Luckily, Sokka isn't completely terrible at focusing-- anymore. Which is why he pushes her head back on his shoulder and resumes the petting. It's very soothing. Probably.

"Look, I loved your mom but if you really want to know about her and if she ever had dreams like this, or even if Harth ever did, Zuko's the one to ask."