"Sisters!" Zuko snarled.
"What's wrong with sisters?" Sokka demanded.
"Oh, nothing. Unless they're evil-minded crazy back-stabbing lying prodigies with no heart, no conscience, and no real honour, who'd go round ripping out your heart with one hand while crushing your hopes with the other."
"Um." Sokka thought about it. "They do kind of go round spoiling your fun and getting in the way at the worst possible moments and having to be rescued and doing weird bending and stuff, don't they?"
"If you two don't mind," Katara said icily, "you were supposed to be fighting."
"There you go," Sokka muttered.
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