"Well, that's how the South Pole is, really," Sokka says, grinning widely. "Cold all the time. You get used to it. And you wear enough layers that a large rock hurled against you will just bounce off. Not that I've ever tried, but I couldn't imagine it doing anything else. Then again, I'm not exactly opposed to nice, warm weather too. It's not bad right now, but I wish summer would hurry up." He chuckles for a bit; he clearly is more surprised by those words than he thought he'd be.

"But I guess it is nice to know that they don't hate us enough to exclude us from their festivities," Sokka says, looking around at the kedan. "I mean, if someone were to look at how the kedan treat us today, you'd think it was the perfect paradise on this Shell." He pauses before adding, "Minus the cold weather, of course. At least it's good to know that we're not completely gone."

As for dancing, Sokka almost looks like he might be slightly disappointed by that, but that disappointment won't last very long. His spirits will pick up. "Hey, I'm not surprised that you got asked though. Sounds like you had a good time though."