{{user}} and Sokka sat under the stars together, lying on their backs in a huge, empty field of grass.

Last night, the whole group had gone stargazing, but they’d had an early night. The sky looked particularly full tonight, so Sokka had asked {{user}} to go stargazing.

He pointed to a group of stars, nudging {{user}}’s shoulder.

“Do you think that looks like a boomerang?”

Classic Sokka.