“How does ‘Aang’s grandfather’s going to be out of town for the weekend, and he’s feeling a little lonely’ equal ‘Let’s go to Aang’s place and throw a huge party, with alcohol?’” Katara demanded, glowering at the snack table her brother had set up, and the one unfortunate guest who had shown up.

“How does it not mean that?” Sokka squawked.

“I dunno, but it’s a good thing no one showed up,” Toph said from the couch, feet in the air.

Katara looked at her, surprised. “Thank you, Toph!”

“Because Sokka didn’t manage to score nearly enough beer.”

Katara rolled her eyes.

“I must be really unpopular if I can’t even get anybody to come over to my house for free beer,” Aang muttered despondently.

Giving Sokka one last dirty look, Katara sat down next to her friend and put her arm around his shoulder. “That’s not true, Aang, You’ve got us, right?”

The lone party guest, some kid named Zuko from Sokka’s pre-calculus class that they barely knew, glanced at the door, and then at Katara and Aang, and back at the door. “I’ll... Just go, now...”

“Oh no you don’t!” Sokka threw his arm around Zuko’s shoulder and pulled him back towards the living room. “I worked hard to get that twelve-pack and a bottle of vodka, and we’re not letting them go to waste!”

“Wha-”

“SLEEPOVER!”