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Do you know what is awesome?

BUBBLES is awesome.

No, really. See, someone looted (Dinah and Zinda) a factory's worth of liquid soap and sent vast amounts to the farm. Someone else (Steph) knew where to get glycerol and what happens when you add water, liquid siap and glyercol together. And someone else (Sokka) fashioned a bunch of wands of various sizes.

Although, actually, the tennis racket is Loo's favourite.

Mel, Loo and Hana are all out on the grass between bunker and farmhouse with a huge bucket of bubble mix, making a moderate mess.

Bubbles are awesome. Join them.

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"Mom's a thief!"

The trouble is, that Loo's REALLY PROUD of this fact. Though she's not sure what it means, aside from stealing stuff. She's still struggling though. "Momomomomomom!"

Mel has taken the gun to the bubble mix bucket, and is now filling it up.

Sokka has mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, the girls should be proud of their mom. On the other, their excitement about stealing things is worrying.

And hitting things.

And running out and doing dangerous things.

These thoughts have him frowning slightly over at his sister, which means the tickles slow down momentarily - but they don't stop, of course.

"Yeah, yeah."

Mel comes over just far enough to shower Sokka and the girls in bubbles.

"I'm a terrible influence."

Closing his eyes works to protect them from bubble-mixture. Laughing, however, does not keep it out of his mouth.

Which means that Sokka is now spluttering and releasing Loo so he can hold Hana up as a bubble-shield.

Hana loves being a bubble shield! Apparently she doesn't mind mix in her eyes and mouth, because they're both open and she's happy to rely on hands and feet to fend off the incoming bubbles.

Which leaves Loo free to assault her Mom, barreling into her hips so they both go sprawlin on the grass.

Which at least stops the assualt on Sokka and Hana.

Of course, that also means that Hana has nothing to occupy her attention now.

So obviously, Sokka has no choice but to lift her over his hand and gasp, big eyes and open mouth in perfect SURPRISE face.

"Oh no! What happened?!"

"I was attacked."

It takes some skill to go rolling over and over on the grass in a fight with a three year old that in no way harms the three year old, but Mel's practiced in it.

"Now I'm gonna hafta subdue my attacker."

"Excuse me," Sokka informs her snootily, frowning and continuing to toss Hana up and down in the air. "That question was not for Mom."

If Hana ever stops screaming with glee, he'd put the question to her again.

Though his snootiness is ruined when he gets a look at his niece's face and bursts into laughter with her.

Hana squeals and laughs and wriggles for down. There must be further bubbles!

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