"Bah," says Sokka, setting Ursa on his hip with a bounce and a grin. "So long as they can be held, they're not too big. Your mom just doesn't like it when I pick her up anymore. Least she doesn't punch me like your Aunt Hana used to..."

As for Zuko, Sokka laughs and nods. "Oh, he was always bad. He was just more obvious about it when he was a kid, not too much older than you are."