Accidental Avatar 3: Totally Lit

What does Spirit Magic even do?

Bucket of Crazy was cleaning his figurine when we rocked up at stupid o'clock in the morning. We were out of eggs this morning, so I had to make a fish fritter instead. Have I ever told you how nasty polluted fish tastes? Trust me. You don't want to know. Felt like gritty slime. Like sandy jelly.

"Hey, Dock!" Sokka called out to Crazy. "Is Xu around?"
"Let me check," he ran around his shop, ducked behind the stall and switched hats. "Hey there! Back again, are ya?"
"We need more food," Toph grunted. "Our friend is still sick, and we can't leave until he's better."

The old geezer grinned and pulled out those nasty, disease-ridden shellfish from the other day.
"Got any bread?" I asked.
"Mogui!" Jin hissed. "Shouldn't the villagers have their best produce?"
"Not to worry," Dock grinned. "The bread all got sold yesterday. We are back to just this old stuff."
"You should know bread would be a commodity around here," Muteki thumped me on the shoulder.
"Well, Appa can't eat bad shellfish," I shrugged.
"Oh well," Dock shrugged. "That's too bad. Maybe if you guys are lucky, the Painted Lady will visit you in the night and heal your friend."
Sokka, our eternal sceptic, mocked the old man. "And maybe she'll cook us a midnight snack, and we'll all have a sing-along."
Dock must have been the most oblivious person to sarcasm I've met. "Yeah, maybe! You know, last night she visited us again. Healed most of our sick folks."
"Is that why this place seems so festive?" Aang asked.

It turned out the villagers were erecting a large statue of the Lady in the town square as we spoke. It settled in place, and cheers and applause filled the village. Dock patted his statue again.
"Yeap," he agreed. "It's all because of the Painted Lady."
"Can you believe how much an entire village can be affected by one lady?" Katara seemed very pleased. "I mean... spirit?"
Must be her inner feminist.
"Well, I hope she returns every night," Sokka shrugged. "Otherwise, this place would go right back to the way it was."
"Why would you say that?" Katara cried indignantly. "Look how much better off these people are."
"Sokka's right, Katara," Mangetsu shrugged.  "These people won't be able to maintain this without their mysterious benefactor."
There was a look in his eye like he'd seen this before.

"Yeah," I actually agreed with the squirt. "If she really wanted to help, she would use her spirit magic to blow up that factory."
Sokka made gestures to indicate explosive spirit magic.
"Ooooh... pow," his arms waggled in the air, then did the explody thing in front of himself.
"Spirit magic doesn't work that way, Sokka," the Avatar chided the boy. "It's more like... Woooooooo..."
He did an elaborate dance to one-up Sokka.
Katara stalked off angrily as I joined the boys in mimicking spirit explosives.
"Spirit water grenade!" I called.
"Wibble Wibble Wibble" the lads laughed.