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Sokka is contemplating the road to Smallville. Town! People! And more importantly ... SHOPPING!

But he's not sure they'd accept Fire Nation money here, and that's all he has.

Plus ... Sokka's basically a lazy person. And it's a long way to walk.

There's SRS THINKY going on here, as he stands out the front of the farmhouse with hands in pockets.

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"Yes. But no more than your average amount. For a barn," Layla said walking up to the door of said barn. "Ready to see your new wheels?"

"I don't want just wheels," Sokka points out, following eagerly. "I want a whole car. And do you know how to make them go?"

Cue eyerolling. "I know that. Wheels is a slang term for car. And I don't have time to tell you the complete inner workings of the internal combustion engine. Do you want to see the car or what?"

"Of course I want to see the car!" Sokka glowers at her. "I want to know how it works too. I want to play with the engine and drive the car and everything!"

IT'S SO EXCITING.

"One thing at a time," Layla said and yanked on the door letting the light shine in.

And there... was Sokka's dream car.

Which doesn't say much, considering how little he knows about cars (YET) -- but OMG.

CAR.

It's SHINY and it has an ENGINE and WHEELS and DOORS and Sokka's just going to climb all over it and inspect it from every angle and completely for get to thank Layla now mk.

Layla expected as much. Which is why she is leaning against the barn door watching Sokka's "cargasm" with some amusement.

"You're welcome," she said in her sing-song voice.

Sokka is still cargasming. Give him a moment to remember she exists.

Oh yeah.

That girl exists.

""

He's quite enthusiastic.

She just smirks.

"The keys are in the visor above the driver seat," she says moving to the passenger side of the car. "You can tear apart the car when we get back from shopping. Okay?"

"Okay!"

He inspects the visor obediently, and stares at the keys, turning them over interestedly.

... this Sokka has never actually been inside a car, or seen one in operation. She might need to give him a clue.

"You need to put them in the ignition," Layla said patiently. "It's that slot there. When you turn it? It'll turn the car on."

Sokka's Face Of Glee isn't going anywhere anytime soon, especially when the car starts obediently and purrs happily and the scent of petrol and oil rises.

"THIS IS SOOOOO COOOOOL!"

"Easy big guy. You haven't even put it in gear yet. Now that big circle thing? That's the steering wheel. And that thing by your right foot? That's the pedal you push to accelerate. The other pedal is the brake..."

And Layla went on to explain the gear shift and omg thankfully it's an automatic transmission because teaching Sokka to drive a stick would break her brain.

Thankfully, he's a very quick learner when it comes to things mechanical, and they make it into Smallville with no more casualties than the occasional patch of vegetation.

And possibly Layla's brain. Sokka's just thrilled with the car!

Yes. Well Layla knows stuff.

Which is why she's wearing her safety belt on the ride into town.

"Okay motorhead," she teases. "Where do you want to go first?"

"Um." Sokka stares at the main strip of Smallville.

... okay, the 'main strip' of Smallville consists of a few shacks, a feed storehouse, and a general store. But it's still entirely foreign.

"...the food place!" his stomach offers, with no input from his brain along the way.

"Sure thing," Layla says as she pushes the door open. "I'm a little hungry myself."

Sokka's just going to carefully follow her without looking like he's letting her lead.

(She reminds him of Toph, somehow.)

"What do they have here? Can we bring stuff back to the farm if it's good? Claire might like some of these things. Ooh, what's that pink one?"

Go on. Introduce him to doughnuts. You know you want to, Layla.

"That's a doughnut," Layla explains. "It's very good. Try it."

"It's pink," Sokka says, doubtfully. "I don't know."

"It tastes like kool-aid. Only with dough."

OMNOMNOMNOMNOM!

"...mmmph. Dofhh tphoo. Gphm. Thif worldff shfo gfood!"

"Glad you like it. It's made from monkey brains."

"I don't believe you this time." Sokka licks his fingers happily and flicks a speck of icing at her. "Anyway, I like monkey brains."

Or he would if he knew what a monkey was.

Layla looked at him skeptically.

"Do you even know what a monkey is?"

She knew he didn't. She just wanted to see what he'll say next.