Zuko had always known that these people were weird. You know, odd.
Out there. Strange. Queer. Curious.
He hadn't thought he would become one of them.
Yet, here he was, post-battle, waving his fists in the sky and hopping up and down like a madman. It was over, and it felt good to yell in triumph and dance about.
Now, I'm not saying that this is crazy. In fact, it was probably fairly normal after one wins a huge, 100-year-long war. What was crazy was that Zuko's 'wild' companions were not only refusing to participate in his victory dance, but they were staring at him in shock and he didn't care.
And suddenly, among his deep cries, a girlish laughter floated in.
The waterbender had decided to dance, too. The others trickled away to help clean up and search for survivors while the two teenagers jumped about.
And, the craziest thing about the whole experience was that, in the climax of their little tribal-style performance, Zuko put his hands on Katara's waist, swung her up into the air, and kissed her.
He put her down gently and continued to dance about, singing some strange song about how the war was over and how he wanted tea of some sort. The difference now was that he began to often interrupt the dance to kiss the girl again.
Katara merely stood there, melting into the ground, letting Zuko kiss her over and over again, and smiling.
It was very, very weird, and Zuko wouldn't have it any other way.