Ty Lee stares at the ceiling, rubbing her feet together under the covers. "Can you believe Zuzu is married?" She asks.
"You can't call him Zuzu," Azula grunts. "That's my nickname for him."
"Sorry. Still can you believe?"
"He is twenty-one years old. Perfectly average age for the Firelord to get married at."
"I always thought he was a bit gawky when we were kids but now that he's more grown up he looks really good in a suit."
Azula rolls away. "I'm sure he can find room is his harem for you."
"He's your brother, you're related. That should be a compliment."
"In what universe is calling my brother hot a compliment to me?"
"You look alike; he's good-looking, you're good-lo-" Azula rolls back, grabs Ty Lee behind the head, and kisses her intensely. Ty Lee stops talking.
"Sleep, Ty Lee. Please," she breathes into her open mouth. "In the morning."
Ty Lee waits as Azula settles in against her. "Okay," She says quietly, before kissing the top of Azula's head and looking back up at the ceiling.
Go ahead and call this a direct sequel to A Secret Plot.