Whatever Enjolras was saying about lampposts has to some local colloquialism that Sokka doesn't get. That's the way it always is listening to him, but this one he doesn't quite get, though... he still thinks he mostly gets it. "Well, that's certainly true. Though I do wonder how many of the actual shopkeepers are happy about the price hikes and how many are just doing it because that's what they're told to do. I mean, I've found cheaper places in certain parts, specifically the poorer districts; they're just struggling to feed their families. So if the imbalance gets too big, well, sure. Though I'm still not exactly sure how many kedan would be taking to the streets with us just yet."

Enjolras seems a little down on himself with his own tasks, and so with that Sokka just puts his hand on his shoulder and offers a comforting and reassuring squeeze. "We always feel like there's more to be done. I mean, I felt that way in the Fire Nation as we were invading it by land. And I was the guy keeping our schedules straight and plotting our course with maps. That's never not going to be a feeling you have."

He takes his arm away and nods. "Though I think soon there will be a fair bit of work ahead of us. Give it time, and you'll see. People among us are going to start wanting our belongings back. They're going to want fair treatment. And they're going to be less patient about it. But for now, it's all planning. And diplomacy and trying not to singe the city with fire in the process. I imagine we'll need help exploring the Palace when we finally do go in. I am hoping we can count on you to help."