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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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Sokka lifts it over his head (not all the way, just enough out of Loo's reach) and continues putting bubbles around Mel's head solemnly.

See? He can do FrozenExpression-TryingNotToLaugh just as good.

Loo would like to see him try that while she attempts to climb up him. Or is that pull his arm down? And it requires grabbing his arm near the shoulder and pulling while kicking him in the hips, it could be either.

Mel attempts to grab Hana's hands, but grabbing one just means she gets hit with the other. Considering Mel is known to be faster and stronger than most mother's, let alone her own children, you'd think she'd be better at stopping this if she really wanted to.

"You want anything?" she asks accusingly.

Sokka is not really more physically -er than most uncles, but he still manages not to look too perturbed about being climbed (though his free hand is making sure Loo's feet don't kick anything but his hip). He leans to the side as she climbs him at about a forty-five degree angle and focuses on putting bubbles in Mel's hair instead.

"No, I'm okay, thanks."

Every bubble that reaches Mel's hair is popped, and then Hana focuses on trying for the ones going for Mel's hair. This means that soon Sokka isn't the only one being climbed, because the space between him and his sister is filled with bubbles and the occasional grabby hands trying to take the bubbles.

Loo is definitely climbing, now. Getting herself up is proving easier than getting hs arm down.

"Really? 'Cause it seems like you're asking for something."

"Nope. I'm good."

Two twins + already existing crazy angles = uncle on the ground.

With his arm sticking straight up in the air, still holding the trigger.

And losing the Don't Smile game when he starts laughing at them. "They're going to be really disappointed when they get it. It's about half a second from running out of soap."

"Not as disappointed as you're gonna be when you run outa ammo," Mel says, the corners of her mouth twitching untiul she joins him in laughing.

Loo grabs his wrist and pulls again, just as Hana tumbles off Mel's shoulders onto Sokka's belly, and Mel really loses it.

"I'm never out of amoOOF!"

Once the wind's been knocked out of him, Sokka abandons the bubble gun. He has other things to do - like grab hold of the girls with a big scary growl and tickle them into submission.

It's funny how neither girl is particularly scared by Uncle Sokka's big scary growl. Hana screams and tries to bury herself into his tummy, while Loo refuses to be distracted in her pursuit of gun.

Mel refuses to get involved.

Well, it wouldn't be any fun if they were really scared. Which is why Hana is bundled up in one arm against his stomach and further tickled, while Loo is grabbed by her shirt and dragged back into the cuddle pile.

It's important to spend quality wrestling time with family, you know.

Hey, Loo was busy.

She kicks halfheartedly and reaches towards the gun again.

"Want toy, Unc' Sokka!" she complains, over Hana's squeals of delight and more enthusiastic wriggles and kicks.

Lying on his back now, Sokka keeps one arm wrapped around Hana, occupying her attention with further tickles and cuddles. In order to look at Loo, he has to tilt his head back at a somewhat uncomfortable angle, which means he's looking at her upside-down.

And frowning as deeply as possible, still holding the back of her shirt.

"What toy? I don't see a toy."

"That one!"

The one just out of reach of Loo, who is still struggling against her shirt, like it's the vry last obstacle betwen her and true happiness.

"This one?" Mel says, darting ove Sokka and grabbing it for herself.

Hana isn't in any state to be doing anything. Tickling is TOO MUCH.

Sokka grins. Because if Loo starts crying for lack of toy now, it's totally not his fault.

"Oh, that toy!" he exclaims, suddenly seeing the light - and tugging on the back of Loo's shirt again. Not hard, just trying to annoy her. "I think Mom just stole it from me. You know how she is, Loo, always stealin' stuff."

And since Mom will be in trouble now, Sokka takes the opportunity to let out another war cry/growl and tackle Hana for continued tickles.

"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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