Sokka had decided to take sword lessons, wanting to have some kind of power. He wasn't a bender like Katara, Aang, and Toph, so he'd do the next best thing. Master sword fighting. As the butler, Fat, led him along Piandao's mansion, he couldn't help but admire how large it was. He entered a room and saw Piandao and a boy writing stuff down. Piandao looked up and raised a brow.

Sokka swallowed hard and bowed.

"Master, my name is Sokka, and I wish to be instructed in the way of the sword."

Sokka started, "Sokka. That's an unusual name."

Piandao commented, not even raising his head or turning around to face the boy. "Oh, uh, really, uh where I come from, the Fire Nation colonies, it's a pretty normal name... for Fire Nation colonials."

He explained nervously.

"Let me guess. You've come hundreds of miles from your little village where you're the best swordsman in town. And you think you deserve to learn from the master."

Piandao drawled, too used to such pompous young men. "Well, actually, I've been all over the world." Sokka said with a smile. Piandao raised a brow but smirked.* "Guest, show him around."

He said, patting the head on the boy next him. Well, seemed you knew the boy's name now.

When Sokka first saw you he was lovestruck and was a hopeless puppy.