Yeah, already Sokka wasn't feeling well. He hadn't bothered getting out of bed, and while he wasn't exactly an early riser, he should have been up right now. He just felt sick, as if he'd come down with that illness that made him absolutely delirious. He'd just woken up a few minutes ago because he thought he had heard something, but it was clearly his imagination acting up on him. Yeah, there wasn't a sound anywhere to be found.

But then before he could slip back to sleep, there is a real knock at the door. Though at this point, Sokka's delirious enough to not be able to tell the difference. He looks up at the ceiling with a deadpan expression. "Okay, Momo, this is the last time. If this is because you want in again, I'm not going to be happy with you. Just pick one side and stick with it." He trudges out of bed lethargically and heads to the door.

When the door opens, Sokka just stares at Anton in the eyes. And after a pause, "Momo, look how... big you've gotten?"