"Oh, come on! How are we supposed to make that?"

Sokka's voice was high and squeaky.

"Look it up, noodle brain."

"Fine…"

Both boys grumbled and began searching the internet for recipes. They looked at just about every site there was for gourmet breakfast, but every site said the same thing. Not for beginners.

"Well, this is just great. Even if we can find the ingredients, how the heck are we supposed to make it?"

"I don't know! Why do you think I would know?"

"Because you got us into this mess!"

"Well it was your phone!"

"It was your idea!"

The two were vigorously arguing again, and Aang had to step in.

"Guys…Guys! Knock it off, will ya? There's no need to make this into a big ordeal! It's just cooking, for crying out loud!"

"Yah? Well it's hard cooking, not cereal!"

"I cook all the time! It's not the end of the world!"

"If you're such a great cook, then why don't you do it?"

"Because, it's your problem. You got yourself into it, you get yourself out."

Sokka grunted and blew a strand of hair off of his forehead.

"Fine. Zuko, print off one of those instruction thingies."

After a trip to the only grocery store open at the hour, the guys made their way to the foreign land that is known as the kitchen. Teo and Haru sat at the table, refusing to help, and Aang sat in a chair supervising while Zuko tweaked with the knobs on the stove.

"Which one of these things turns this on?"

Sokka walked over from where he was unloading the groceries to help investigate.

"Hmmm, I don't know. How about that one?"

He pushed it and a little red light appeared above the knob.

"Yes! It worked!"

Zuko went over to the instructions sheet.

"Okay, now it says 'set the burner to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.'"

"What's that?"

Aang stepped in, sorry for his friends' pitiful knowledge of the culinary arts.

"You turn the knob so that the arrow is pointing at the line in the middle of 300 and 400."

"Oh, like this?"

"Yup."

He sat back down. Sokka finished unloading the stuff and set the ingredients out on the table while the stove was preheating.

"What should we do first, the pancake-ish part, or the filling?"

"Filling."

The two agreed at the same time. Zuko turned back to the sheet.

"Get out a bowl and mix…whipped cream, vanilla, and cream cheese."

Aang looked at him funny.

"Are you sure it doesn't say 'whipping cream'?"

Zuko looked closer.

"No, I'm sure it says 'whipped cream'."

"Okay then."

Sokka grabbed the items.

"How much?"

"Doesn't say."

"Let's just put in a little bit of each."

The random combination of ingredients was a little watery when they put it in the refrigerator. The boys moved on to the crepe part of the crepes.

"Does it say how much we're supposed to put in this time?"

"Yah, two eggs, one cup of flour, a half a cup of milk, a half a cup of water, a quarter teaspoon of salt,-"

"Salt!"

"Yah. Salt. Did you get all of that so far?"

Sokka checked the empty containers on the table.

"Yah. What else is there?"

"Two tablespoons of melted butter, and a cup of flour."

Sokka attempted at measuring the flour, but dropped the bag and it spilled all over the floor.

"You idiot! What did you do that for? Now we have to clean that up!"

"Well, it wasn't my fault! I tripped over the rug!"

"What rug? There is no rug!"

He huffed and tried measuring again, before Zuko yanked it out of his hands.

"Give me that! I'll do it."

When everything was done and the first crepe in the pan, the boys sat around bored.

"How long is this going to take? We've been sitting here for five minutes already and there's still a ton more to cook!"

Sokka's whiney voice penetrated the silence.

"Look, we're all sick of this, not just you. Suck it up."

"But I'm hungry!"

Zuko yelled out.

"Fine! If your so hungry, why don't I speed up the process!"

He went over to the pan and blasted a stream of flames at the cooking crepe. In the process, the edge of the flame caught the edge of the curtains, setting them on fire. Zuko turned pale while the rest of the boys panicked.

"Zuko! Look at what you did!"

"Well, don't just stand there! Do something!"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, maybe put it out?"

"How?"

Sokka gave a surrendering face before shouting out.

"Katara!"

Oh my Spirits, I feel so dishonored for not updating in so long! I've been working on a few different stories lately and haven't had any time for this, but here's the latest chapter. I'll honestly try to work on the next chapter sooner, guys. Hope you liked this one!