''Why won't it do much?'' said Lyra, narrowing her eyes at the boy,'' Are you a Fire-bender?''
She drew her knife, and glared at the boy, pointing it at him. Nico rolled his eyes, and pulled down his sister's arm. ''Lyra, it's really hot. He can dry up, you know,''
Lyra scowled at her brother, and said,'' Quit using my name! Who is this boy? What is his name? We know nothing. NOTHING!''
Nico sighed at his sister's immaturity, and shook the boy's hand with an adorable smile. ''I'm Nico Connor, and this prat here is Lyra, my elder sister. Why don't you come along with us, if you're wandering about as well? I hear the Fire-benders are getting a little rogue,''
''You didn't hear it,'' snapped Lyra,'' I told you, you silly boy. Don't try to sound all mature. He can't come along with us. What if he's a Fire-bender?''
''What if he's a normal distraught villager who is in need of some help?'' said Nico patiently,''Don't be mean, Lyra.''
Lyra folded her arms, and looked at the boy for an answer.