A/N: To compensate for the angstiness of the previous drabble, I've decided to go for comedy. Comedy straight from The Big Bang Theory. I make no apologies.

"'How to Spice Up Your Sex Life,' by Wang Fire," Katara reads, keeping the scroll a safe distance away from her person. "You're saying Sokka gave you this?"

"Listen," he begins defensively, "it has a lot of tips, okay? See, there's an entire section on... role-playing. Right there."

She unravels it. "Let's take a peek. 'Nurse and patient', 'sexy schoolgirl', I really don't think a policewoman can do her job wearing that-"

"How about this one?" he suggests. Can't she give it a try? It's not that he has any complaints about the current state of their lovemaking, mind, but maybe it's time for something new, so that they don't get bored. "'Landlord and tenant.'" He leans up against the wall. "So, you say you can't pay your rent."

"Why do you get to be the landlord?" she demands, hands on her hips. Subtle message- we all know who wears the pants around here. "So, you say you can't pay your rent."

Slightly disgruntled- he doesn't think the landlord was supposed to sound quite so bossy- he continues. "Maybe we could find a method other than cash."

"And what method might that be?"

"I'll suck your big- Katara, this isn't going to work, you don't have one of these. See, I told you I should be the landlord."

"Well," she huffs, "how sexist is that! Why can't a woman play the leading role?"

"The policewoman, nurse, and dominatrix aren't enough for you?" he asks incredulously.

"What a terrible guide," Katara declares, rolling it with a dramatic flourish. "Could we please go back to bland, vanilla sex, if this is spice? Because we'd get better results by sprinkling paprika all over ourselves."

"Do you mean...?"

She smirks languidly, tugs at the hem of his tunic. "I hope we can come up with something a little bit more exciting."