Sokka scratched his head and kept trying to pitch the tent. That was Katara’s thing, right? He hammered the nails down with his boomerang and then looked over at Toph. “Hey, Toph. Could you-?” He grunted when he heard the sound of the rocks shifting, and when he looked back, the nails were planted neatly in the ground. “Uh… thanks.” He smiled and walked over to the firewood, tilting his head and looking at it. “Maybe we could use some… uh…” He looked over at Toph and when she tossed him some rocks, he smiled and lit a fire with them. Katara was fishing and Aang was probably flying around her and being Aang. They usually divided up the work, but he didn’t mind doing most of it now.