Stay in the box. [...] No. Stay in the bo- Stay-

[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]

Sokka

I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.

Simon

Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.

Katara

We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.

[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.

...Pie.]