Sokka is in his room, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. At this moment, he pretty much doesn't know what to do with all the free time he suddenly has. Well, he has ideas, but his body wasn't really responding well to the paralytic he's been hit with, his legs and arms just feeling like jelly even as feeling comes back to them.

"You don't happen to know a place to get a new boomerang, do you?" he says with annoyance. Also maybe a place to buy some new pride?