"Did he now?" Izo asked, his eyes shining. "You must be really special then. Asashi doesn't give pointers to just anyone. Do you?" he nudged the Avatar in the ribs.
"She wasn't able to lift a pebble." Asashi mumbled.

"I'm not the most competent." She smiled honestly

"You aren't as bad as Izo was when it first came to bending. The first day of class, the only water he could make was the sweat from the exercises." Asashi whispered in Aloh's ear.
Izo flushed a shade of red.
"I thought we weren't going to talk about that!" he said.
"It's really hard not to, when you're still known as the sweatbender."

Aloh tried to hide a smirk.

Izo punched Asashi in the shoulder. "That's big talk coming from the cookie-doughbender!"
"It was the Avatar state, okay? I didn't mean to bend cookie dough!"

"Pff-"

"Be quiet." Asashi snapped. He waved his hand and the door to the palace slid aside, admitting the trio. "This is Izo's house." He sat on a fluffy pillow made of penguin-seal feathers. "He's the son of the Northern Water Tribe's leader."

"Wow.."

He tossed a pillow at Izo, hitting him in the face with a 'fwumph.'
"Make yourself at home, Aloh. Izo doesn't care." Asashi said carelessly.
An old balding man walked in.
"Hello Master Paku." Izo said, bowing.
"Afternoon Master Poo-poo." Asashi said carelessly.
A vein throbbed in Paku's temple.
"What are you doing here, Avatar Asashi?" he asked angrily.
"Travelling, duh."

Aloh kneeled onto a pillow, studying Paku