Zuko threw up his hands in exasperation and paced around their kitchen. "I am not jealous!"
Katara continued chopping vegetables. "Then stop looking at me like that Zuko. You can't keep me from going to that dance class."
"I know Katara, but still! Can't you wear more clothes?"
Katara viciously chopped at the green bell pepper on the cutting board and gave Zuko a glare. "What's wrong with what I wear?"
Zuko gulped. "Well, there's nothing wrong with it really, I just wish you wouldn't wear it outside the house. Especially not while that guy is around. I mean, have you seen the looks Jet gives you? It's like a hungry ho-bo looking at a steak. The guy is a creep. Admit it."
Katara set the knife down and frowned. "You have a point, he is really creepy. But he's the best instructor around." She picked up the vegetables and and turned around to put them in the pan. "So you are jealous?"
Zuko grinned sheepishly "Well I'd rather you dance with me, of course."
Katara stepped around to where he was standing and pushed herself flush against him "Do you think you could keep up?" she practically purred in his ear.
Zuko just smiled. "Well, in case you haven't heard already, I never give up without a fight."
