What was that?" Katara asked, confusion clearly evident in her eyes. She tossed a sideways glance at Zuko before focusing her attention back on the game before her.

"What was what?" he replied, not bothering to return her a look.

"Again!" she chided, slamming the pause button and staring at him. "When you said ‘was’, your voice got higher!"

"No, it didn’t," he denied, but his first word squeaked as it exited his mouth.

"Why are you doing that?"

"I’m not doing it on purpose!" The second and fifth words slipped out higher than usual. She stared at him, blinking a few times. "Can you un-pause the game now?" His first two words squeaked again, but the last one deepened in volume.

She giggled. "Your voice is funny! Seriously, why are you doing that?"

"I’m not!" he barked, but it sounded more like a five year old whining. Another fit of giggles encased her, as she fell backward on the couch, her controller idly falling to the soft carpet below.

"If this is part of some secret plan to undermine my skills at beating your butt, it’s working," she choked out.

"Katara!" he snapped, eyebrows furrowing, but the last syllable echoed in two different voice wavelengths, almost screeching when he finished.

She exploded, slipping from the couch to the floor with a thud. He yelled at her again, only to further fuel her laughs when her name went from super-deep to super-sweet.