"Happy Birthday."

She squealed with delight, hugging her boyfriend within an inch of his life.

"Zuko, how did you get me a Ferrero Rocher pyramid the size of my living room?"

He shrugged, "I know a guy."

She kissed him, "Does this mean we can go to the Warped Tour?"

He shook his head and nudged her towards the chocolate mountain, "Katara, there is no way I'm taking you to a stadium filled with stoned emo kids moshing and trying to kill each other."

She whined, "But Zuko! It's going to be the single hottest concert of the year! And most of them are just wasted, not stoned."

"You can't afford the tickets, your dad will never pay for them, and I'm not buying you tickets to a massacre; what do you plan on doing about it?"

She stalked to the chocolates and grabbed one, idly twirling it between her fingers.

"I plan on eating every single one of these chocolates as seductively as I can until you change your mind."

A/N: Just to avoid unwanted lawsuits, I don't own Warped Tour or Ferrero Rocher chocolates, no matter how nuttily delicious they are.