Sokka continues frowning, grumpy and irritable because, damn it, he liked that bike for Steph and she liked it, too, and they'd worked together to get it running so well, and maybe he can just build her a new one when they get back, yeah, he'll grab a Honda chassis with a Harley engine and some dirt biking tires and he'll...

...he'll think, for the first time in four months, about technology more high-class than a knife made out of stone used for carving.


Smile slow and thoughtful now, Sokka reaches over to tuck blonde hair behind Steph's ear. "You guys probably had the time of your lives," he points out, amused. "Sounds like something you'd both do by choice."