"Katara, are we friends?" Zuko asked the Waterbender, who was modeling a red fire nation dress in a dress shop. He was stuck with Katara for the entire afternoon, while Aang rode komodo rhinos at the petting zoo.

"Of course we are, Zuko," Katara answered distractedly. "Now hand me that necklace." Zuko sighed and handed her a red necklace that was little more than a ribbon with beads sewn on.

"But I mean, are we really friends? Like, can I tell you the truth about anything?" Zuko persisted.

"Anything." Katara assured, beginning to comb out her hair.

"And I can be totally honest?"

"Yep, you can be honest." Katara began to twist her hair back in a bun.

"Completely honest?" Zuko inquired.

"Completely." Katara frowned, removed her bun and began to braid in a red ribbon instead.

"And you won't get mad?" Zuko subconsciously fingered the scar on his hand Katara had given him last time he'd called her a water peasant.

Katara turned around and examined herself in the mirror. "Just spit it out, Zuko. What is it you want to tell me?" Zuko couldn't have been sure, but he thought Katara had a hopeful look on her face for just a moment…

"Okay, here goes…" Zuko took a deep breath. "That dress looks horrible on you."