I'm the kind of girl that likes to keep things on topic. No dilly-dallying, no side conversations. But when a scrawny kid wearing the strangest clothes I'd ever seen came crashing down from the sky into the middle of an emergency meeting that I was thoroughly unprepared to deal with— well. I can appreciate a good distraction.

"You're not from around here, are you?" asked Toph, her feet up on the table. She seemed impressively unfazed by this whole thing.

"He's an alien!" said Sokka.

"He's right here," said the kid. Danny? Danny.

"I think we all need to calm down," I said reasonably.

Sokka blanched and spun to look at me with wide eyes. "Calm down? Calm down? Some crazy weird space guy just landed on the table!"

"Katara's right," said Aang. The room went quiet.

In the years since the war's end, Aang had honed not only his bending skills, but his talent as a mediator. His calm yet chipper demeanor was what pieced the world back together and led successful reparations following the most devastating and all-encompassing war the four nations had ever seen. It also didn't hurt that his voice had dropped into a soothing tenor that cut through the chatter of crowds with ease. When Aang spoke, people listened. Which is why Aang, Sokka, Toph, Zuko, and I ended up Iroh's teashop with this Danny kid.

Iroh came up and said, "Wow, is that Danny Fenton? I love your work!"

"How do you know me?" asked Danny.

"You're the star of Danny Phantom. That was my favorite show as a kid."

"What?" asked Sokka.

Iroh nodded sagely. "And you, Sokka, are a star of Avatar: The Last Airbender."

"Hey, that's me!" said Aang.

"Yes," said Iroh. "And all of us are stars in a fan fiction that was posted in 2014, and yet some dumbass in the reviews seriously asked the author to update it a few months ago like she even still uses after four years of inactivity."

"Well," I pointed out, "she's updating the story now, isn't she?"

"Hey, why haven't I gotten any lines yet?" asked Zuko. "Why am I even here if the author isn't going to do anything with me?"

Iroh frowned at his nephew. "She was thirteen when she wrote this, Zuko. Don't be so harsh."

"She should probably tell people she isn't going to update her story anymore," said Danny.

"She really should," I said.

And so she posted this chapter.