Bobby grinned. "My dad was never the type to make dad jokes," he said. Mostly because his dad had been the type to spew hyper-conservative bull or insults. "Someone had to pick up the slack to lighten the mood."

He settled down next to Azula, still in his snow form, and looked around. He didn't catch all of what she had said to the president, but she had seemed to go quite the change in stance for a moment.

Huh. There was so much more than met the eye to Azula. Before Jean had forced Bobby to confront himself, he likely would have made some lame attempt at flirting with her. Instead, he just stood there and casually lobbed snowballs at any of the terrorists who still looked as though they were going to make a move.

"Also, you're kind of terrifying in an oddly glamourous way," he added after a beat. It was meant as a compliment.