Lupus Campfire, Thursday afternoon

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Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

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"Huh?" Sokka stopped, too, and blinked at her. "...No, it's... It's just a thing. Like 'you go, girlfriend', or something like that."