Katara was fuming. Zuko had made her seem insignificant, once again! He told her to leave when they were discussing an uprising of followers from his father's old regime. She had left calmly, eyes flashing. Later, he had walked into their shared chamber, trying to apologize.
"I am not a child Zuko! Nor a simple minded girl like I used to be! One, I am your wife! Two, I know war and battles and strategies, probably better than your best general!"
"Katara, that's not-"
"Let me finish!" His eyes widened and he sat down. At this moment, Uncle Iroh walked in.
"Would anyone like some tea?" He said, holding a tea tray in his hands.
"Uncle, now is not the time." He took one look at Katara, smiled sheepishly, and walked back out. Katara stared at him, waiting for him to explain, apparently losing steam.
"Listen... I wanted it to be a surprise, but I guess now it's not." Zuko got up and walked over to her. "I wanted to throw you a party for your birthday. Big. Grand. But... You ruined it. I didn't want you to hear it, so I sent you away." She softened, relaxing.
"Really?" He nodded and she smiled. He returned it. As Katara went to hug him, Momo flew in, dropping a melon on Zuko's head, chattering all the while. Katara laughed, using water to wash it off, leaving Zuko's head wet. Zuko was not amused. She shook her head and went to fetch Uncle, who had not gone far. Tension relieved as the night went on, Momo not leaving the room.
