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Last night was...

...last night was just what Mel needed to work out some of her issues right now :-D?

Since coming back, she's been doing rounds of the farm with a determined eye, making lists of things that need doing, doing some of the more urgent things; maybe she's spoken to you about what you need to do, but it's possible she hasn't yet caught upon all the gossip.

Now, as Hana and Loo play together in the grass, she's sitting and staring comtemplatively at a car that once flew. Funny how, even though one may have a genius mechanic for a brother and live with still more, there are some things for which help still cannot be asked for.

Mel wants to make it work again, and she's not sure where to start.

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"Iiiiiiii don't know about this," Sokka informs her with a Vry Suspicious frown. "I'm not sure I approve either. I better go hunt him down, have a few words. Y'know, a man-to-man talk."

"OK," Mel says cheerfully. "But it you get in the way of a second round, I'm gonna have words with you."

Uh, third round, technically.

"Hey, hey, hey, do I get in the way of your sisterly duties? If, as your brother, and only concerned with your well-being, I have to go loom at him for a while and talk about how much I'll kill him if he hurts you at all, you're so not allowed to argue wit that."

'Cause Sokka says so.

And also, he is completely serious.

100%.

Oh Mel totally believes he's serious. Hence the smirk.

"You need a box for the looming?"

Sokka's Upset Face is also vry srs.

"No, I do not! I'm tall!"

Actually, he's reached six feet and may or may not continue growing. But now that he thinks about it, he's not sure if Dean is that much taller.

But he spends so much time on his knees with engines or twins. Mel loses track.

"Right, sorry. You are tall, you're right."

She's so apologetic.

Steph could argue something similar, but that's a different sort of kneeling.

Sokka is scowling. He is so hurt, so betrayed.

He is so giving her a noogie.

You'd think he'd know better than to get into a fight with superstrong sisters. Especially ones that have been training with the Black Canary, seriously.

Sokka rests assured in the knowledge of all brothers: even if their sisters can beat the shit out of them, guilt and love will keep them from doing it too much.

Besides, Sokka's been doing some training, too. He's no match for her in close wrestling quarters, but he still gets in a few good ones.

Besides, Mel's had lots of practice in not breaking brothers.

She's still going to win, though.

"How's she doing?"

Or they cold talk more about Mel's sex life.

Sokka deigns not to answer based on the innate unfairness of being held completely still by his tiny sister.

Scowl-scowl.

Maybe if she let him go a little?

Sokka still doesn't really want to answer. But he will on the basis that Mel tells people that he fought his way free and didn't actually need to be released.

"She's... okay," he says after a moment, glancing back at the farmhouse. "She seems happy."

Obviously, the way she keeps running around and hugging everyone.

Mel tries not to look too unsurprised that he's not ecstatic about it himself.

"Glad to hear it."

Instead she'll pretend 'she seems happy' is EXACTLY THE SAME as 'we're all happy'.

SOKKA APPRECIATES THAT.

He nods and looks over at the twins, smiling as he watches them play. It's not that he's unhappy to have Katara back, it's just...

He already has a sister. He left her behind in Apocalyptica. This girl, this sister, she just-- doesn't feel like his. He barely remembers the sweet, hopeful, optimistic girl without that flash of not right behind her eyes.

It feels like he's stealing something he doesn't deserve, that he already lost. It's not a good feeling.

His other sister pulls herself onto her feet, crouching to rest a chin on his shoulder and watch her daughters.

Family's the most important thing in the world.

"Give it time."

Sokka nods, still smiling. This Katara, she... she's like the last one in that she doesn't seem to want or need him much. So long as he's alive and around for poking, she seems pretty happy with that.

That's enough, he thinks. He's got four other girls - two nieces, a sister, and a girlfriend - that need him to do more than just keep breathing.

That's enough.

Mel's going to leave it at that, then. She needs him to be her brother, and to be the girls' uncle, and - well, she needs him. It's good that this has been done, but that's it. As far as Mel's concerned, it's done now.

"So, I wanna get the car up and flying again."

Sokka nods with his eyes still on the twins, but his eyes shift to Mel before he answers. "Do you want help?"

"No," she says, truthfully.

"But I kinda think I need it. Not a clue where to start."

Sokka listens quietly and then looks over at the car, thoughtful.

"I can take a look at it, if you want. Give you a few places to start."

Mel smiles, almost a grin, except for what the car means to her.

"Thanks."

He knocks her shoulder, smiling slightly.

"I mean, I guess I could. You're such a pain, always asking me for favors."

"Yeah," Mel admits, returning the knock. "Dunno how you put up with me."

Sokka will deny that he nearly fell over at that knock.

"I'm pretty much the kindest, more considerate guy on the planet," he points out humbly.