"They're my nieces-- and no, they're not Katara's kids, their parents are my adopted siblings." Sokka sighs and the next time Loo reaches to smack him, pretends to bite her little hand. It looks awful, but the baby squeals like it's the best game ever and proceeds to try and shove her hand in his mouth.

Since she's the one strapped to his back, she's having trouble.

"Excuse me if leathers didn't last that long," Sokka grumbles, eyeing his counterpart's silk robes again. "I've been away from the Four Nations for... almost two years."