[...sigh. How to do this? Better start at the beginning. Her tone is a little bit wry, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness that should indicate that this story is clearly Going Somewhere.]

Listen. A while back I was walking by the smithy, and I saw flames coming out of it. So when I ran in, I saw one of the guys that Sokka was working with throwing around fire like it was nothing - he had some sort of a torch that shot it out, like bending but -- [She's getting distracted. She shakes her head.] I stopped him from burning the place down, and then he said he was just... killing spiders. I told him that fire wasn't something to play around with, that it gets out of control easily, and that it's hurt a lot of people... so kill them another way. And then he told me that he didn't give a damn. That he liked hearing the spiders scream.

...so I stopped him. I iced his hand.

And he really flipped out. He called me a magic-using freak, accused me of bullying him... I didn't want to start any trouble, so I let him go, explained things as best as I could, and left.

[There's no easy way to say this either. She does not agree with Sokka's decision. At all. But she cushions it a little anyway.] Sokka knows about it. He works with the guy. He feels responsible for him. So yesterday, he invited him to fight with us.