Ah, telephones. A luxury item. They're mostly reserved for people with enough money to live in Borough #1 or people of high status, but today could be a very lucky day! Maybe! Satoru is going door to door with a mission and that mission is to sell telephones. Or sell something. Sure, his main goal is to convince consumers that they need a telephone and simply can't live without it, but telephones are still a little pricey. So! Every telephone salesman needs a backup plan. He has a variety of backups carefully packed away in a sack. Plus, he's got an arsenal of skills. Leaky roof? He can fix that! Empty fridge? He can go shopping for you! Whatever it takes to make people think (even more!) positively of Varrick's business.

So, ahem. Knock knock!

It's less of a break and more of a "finished with work" kind of thing, but Satoru has taken refuge in Avatar Korra Park, something he finds a little funny because he'd only recently learned the name of the current Avatar. Oops. At the moment, it's around sunset and he's demonstrating quite the skill! The "cannot play sports" skill, if you will. He's doing it mostly to pass time (and to probably forget about how terrible of a salesman he is), so he doesn't seem too bothered when he misses his ball with the stick he's using, or when the ball doesn't go very far. At least he has a good attitude about it.

Okay, so sports aren't his thing but that's fine. Sports aren't his passion! Engineering is. So he's ditched the ball and his stick he stole from nearby a poor, defenseless tree and pulls out a sheet of parchment. Instead of drawing a blueprint of anything—he's 100% sure he'll never build anything as cool as one of those airships any time soon—he folds it up into a paper airship instead. By the time he's got something airworthy, the sun's just about finished setting. To be honest, Satoru thinks his build is pretty good for it being made out of a sheet of parchment. When he throws it in the air, it even flies a little. Hooray!

Things are pretty terrific! Until he excitedly catches the paper airship and it catches ablaze out of nowhere. What. No. WHY?!

"C-Combustible paper?! Do they make that here?!"

Satoru instinctively drops the burning paper and it drops into the grass. At least he has the brains to snuff out the fire with the heel of his boot before it can spread. Hopefully... no one saw that....

"Who invents that kind of thing, anyway?"