"Sounds like a fr- like a guy I know." Zuko shook his head. Had he really almost called Sokka his friend? His memories were still choppy, but the word had felt alarmingly natural. "Anyway... You don't have to pay for the food here, just help out so there's enough for everyone. This way."

He pushed open the doors to the school, and the faint smell of the ever bubbling pot of simple fish stew billowed to meet them. Hopefully Sora liked fish.