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At the wall where the farmhouse is afforded the least possible visibility from the more crowded areas of the farm, a quarter-lump of brick falls pointlessly to the ground. Mel, nursing her knuckles, glares at it.

She's familiar with the practice, when you're so pent up with frustration and anger and hatred that you have to punch something, of finding an innocent wall and taking it out on that, and is annoyed to fins out that a) it's not nearly as satisfying as common wisdom holds, and b) it's much much less of a good idea when there's a possibility you might actually win a fight with a building.

She nudges the brick against the base of the house, deciding she'd better get Toph to reattach it later, and turns her attention back to her hand.

Frustration not satisfied, hand hardly injured, house probably not hurting that much from its loss. All in all, a completely no-win situation.

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Sokka winces and nods.

"Yeah, I'll stick with wood."

"Thanks," Mel tells him, her smirk returning. "No need to give them ways to inflict pain that doesn't come from their own fingers."

"Well, maybe they haven't figured out that fire equals hurt," Sokka replies with a shrug. "Iroh'll take care of that, though."

He has to, right? It's not like the Fire Nation is a country filled with people who abuse their own power at the expense of others.

...

"Loo knows," Mel points out, proud and defensive all at once. "Hana... only cares when it actually happens. They're doing well, Iroh's impressed."

Sokka smiles and nods, just as proud. "'Course he is."

Who wouldn't be impressed with his nieces?

No one, that's who.

"And Loo wrote her name in the dirt yesterday," Mel says proudly. "I'm going to see if I can get letter toys for them."

"Did she?" Sokka brightens for the first time in days, almost blindingly so as he grins. "Which language?"

"English," Mel admits. "They recognise their names in the Four Nations script, though."

"Well, I'll make letter toys for that. It'd be... complicated, though."

Since they'd have to piece together strokes of a word instead of letters that make individual sounds.

"I have no idea how you guys learned it," Mel admits. "What about blocks with words on them? Their names, your name, 'tree','house' and so on?"

"That'd take so long to make, and then you'd need a huge crate to carry them all in," Sokka points out with a wince, but looks thoughtful. "I could try it."

He needs the practice anyway.

As for learning it, he frowns and his eyes roll up to the sky in thought. "Uh... I don't know. Zuko probably had actual lessons. I just read whatever my gran told me to and practiced words in the snow."

"Iroh can do lessons if he wants," Mel says. "English is more useful, but I want them to know where they came from. They can learn your way too."

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