No, I like that name, too. It's good. Hey, Naila--

[Sokka reaches out a tentative hand, to stroke her-- is that a snout? Is that a snout?

Whatever it is, she growls and nuzzles his palm--leaving Sokka with one arm of penguin, one arm of serpent, and one armful of Poly-Rolls--though that rested on his shoulder, not his arm.]

You all--you were good for Katara, right? We'll get along okay, right?