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Chapter 3, subsection 2.

[anonymous]

Because it was still too long.

“… You need to get your girlfriend a gift.”
And the venomous undertone of sarcasm was like a wandering flutist deciding that the orchestra needed his grating sound of imminent failure added to the song of victory.
“Well, that’s what I said.”
“And for gift ideas, your first impulse was to come to me.”
“Well, I… kinda thought-”
“I admit that it’s not exactly a bad idea, seeing as how I’m a lot better looking and luckier with the ladies than you-“
“Excuse me?”
“For the breaking and entering? Sure, you’re excused. But see, even IF we have a truce, and even IF you could really need the advice of Sokka, ladies man among ladies men, I think my answer’s gonna have to be no.”
“What? But why?”
“Because I don’t like you, and because I can.”
“AAUGH! Never mind, I should have realized this was mistake! I’m wasting my time here!”
“I wouldn’t say that!”, came a chirping voice from the cave’s opening. And now dear reader, imagine if you may the most unmanly squeal of terror and fear that you can. For there is a high likelyhood that the sound Sokka just emmitted was very close to what you may have in mind.
“Ty Lee?! What are you doing here?”
“Oh, just passing by on a friendly visit, wandering around the camp, seeing you whispering sweet nothings in the cute Water Tribe boy’s ears. That kinda thing.”
“I KNEW IT! THIS WAS ALL A CLEVER FIRE NATION PLOY, YOU WERE TRYING TO HUMILIATE ME FROM THE BEGINNING!”
“NO, I WASN’T! AND YOU WOULDN’T BE HUMILIATED IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU WOULD HAVE PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!”
“Is this a bad time? Should I come back later?”
“I’M NOT LISTENING TO YOU AND YOUR TWISTED MINDGAMES, I’M TOO CLEVER FOR THEM! SOLDIERS, MAN THE FORT, PROTECT ROCKY ROAD FROM THE PEEPING TOMS!”
Sokka’s cloth-wrapped behind was the last thing Zuko saw as the boy ran hellbent for leather into the cave searching for his fellow allies and when finding none, taking up what he dearly hoped was a threatening and strategic position behind a random pillar, boomerang held at the ready.
“Thanks for nothing, Ty Lee.”
“Your welcome!”
Zuko did not storm away. A prince of the Fire Nation, no matter how exiled, does not storm. He actually retreated in a loud and uncoordinated way. Which was much more dignified than storming, smallest child knew that.