The pole sat in the middle of Ikki's room in all its suspicious pole-iness. Somewhere there was also a nest for a bird, a bed, and tacky pictures all along the walls. Ikki seemed to think she was a better artist than she actually was.

About a minute later, however, something unexpected happened. Sokka descended from the ceiling along the pole. He looked over at Suki and smirked.

"That just happened."