He's back to blinking again but these, at least, he recognizes. It's been a few years since he smoked and that was for Hana and Loo's birth, and before that sneaking into the mens' hut at home.

He takes one anyway, if only for something to do with his hands.

"I don't really..." Sokka looks down at the cigarette, fiddles with it, twisting it between his fingers. "What would I do?"