"Why are you putting your cloak on?" Katara asked. Aang, Toph, and Sokka turned to look at Zuko.
"I don't want to be recognized," Zuko replied as he flipped his hood up.
Sokka sniggered. "Personally, I'd love it if fans mobbed me every time I left home! I really don't see what you're complaining about." The group walked out into the crowded streets of the Fire Nation Capital, trying to act casual.
"Why don't you try being the youngest Fire Lord ever, and having an instant identifier burnt into your face?" Zuko muttered darkly. "We'll see how much you really like it when—" He stopped abruptly, and Team Avatar all awkwardly bumped into each other.
A young woman at a seller's stall had turned to get something for a customer, but had caught sight of Zuko instead. For a split second he froze, and the girl's eyes widened as she took in the burn scar shadowed under his hood.
"Fire Lord Zuko?" Every female head in the market seemed to turn.
"Run," Zuko breathed to the rest of the group, and without hesitation he dashed to a stack of crates and up to the rooftops, only just escaping the excited hordes closing in. Team Avatar quickly followed suit, and they ran for dear life.
Finally, they managed to escape down a dark alley. Zuko pulled his hood down, and he and the rest collapsed on the ground, panting.
"Well?" Zuko shot at Sokka. "If you really want to switch places, fine by me."
Sokka groaned in exhaustion. Aang brushed a cabbage leaf off his arm — their escapade had included some collateral damage — and Toph remarked "No, thank you. Your fangirls are crazy."
Katara grinned at Zuko mischievously.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
But she kept smiling as she leaned over and started picking cabbage leaves out of his hair.