Sokka is already sighing deeply, before Jack even finishes the sentence, and is frowning as he looks up at the sky. But the clouds and sun have no answers for him, other than to inform him that it's going to be a beautiful day today.

Cocky bastards.

"All right, fine," Sokka grumbles, irritable as he gets to his feet, "I'll do this again, but the fourth world I get yanked to, I'm sitting down and I'm not getting up again."