Family
"You have to invite her, Zuko," Katara said as she dipped her pen in ink, scribbling another name down on the scroll. "She's family."
"Katara, we are not inviting Azula to our wedding. Or my father, for that matter. They're both certified insane." Zuko sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This entire process of planning the wedding was stressful, and the only responsibility he had so far was chose a best man and write his vows. The latter which he had, until now, forgotten.
"Hey, I don't exactly think Sokka's right in the head either, but I'm practically forcing him to come. Because he's—"
"Family. I know, I know," Zuko finished, coming to stand behind where Katara was sitting. "If it means that much to you…"
Zuko heard something that sounded like a squeal as Katara turned in her seat and practically fell over her fiancé as she hugged Zuko, pulling him into a kiss with a smile.
"You know, you better get used to this agreeing stuff," Katara said, turning back towards the desk. "Once we're married, we'll just skip the argument and go straight to me being right."
"Great," Zuko moaned, pinching his nose again. Hopefully the vows were less stressful.