Well, in truth, Sokka's got all the willpower and mental resistance of a dog trying ever so hard to not eat that biscuit right in front of its nose. Sorry, China. Unfortunately, right now, your best isn't good enough for a first meet-up here.

"I... uh, no... not really," Sokka says with a quite dumbfounded and confused expression. There's a subconscious undercurrent that's asking what in the world is even going on, but the rolling of something just keeps him from really listening to that voice. "I mean, I was just... uhm, shopping? In the scrapyard. Looking for... interesting things. To buy. Like... this, er, telescope! It's a little blurry, and I was trying to figure out if was the lenses that were wrong, or the alignment was incorrect or what." As Sokka's focus goes back to the telescope, his speech seems to become more fluid, and whatever effects that China was having diminish, but only so long as that distraction is present. He looks through it one more time. "How about you?"