Anita: oh, I am so so so so sorry for not updating.I was actually going to update last Staurday (back in October) but I forgot and then on Sunday my internet completely crashed until, like, three days ago. I logged in on Saturday and started screaming at my computer (You! You stupid...! Youuuuuuuu/hysterical sobbing/) so not many updates...

But here it is, finally, a very very very short chapter:

Katara was sitting in a lovely garden, sakura blossoms falling all around her like a gentle, soft rain. The bench she was sitting on was cool under her regular blue tunic. Laughing she kicked her feet up, her hands clutching the side of the bench to keep balance.

Snow flew up around her face, cold, but pleasant. A sakura blossom landed on her upturned face and melted, changing to snow somehow without ever losing the light pink edges or soft, velvety feel.

It occurred to Katara she might be having a dream.

Digging her feet under the pink-tinted snow gathered on the ground, Katara prepared to kick up more, but a flash of red on the path ahead made her pause.

Looking down the path, Katara squinted, trying to see what had caused the red in her lovely world of white, pink and grey-green. Nothing was there, so Katara bent over to pick up some snow in her hand.

A flash of red, closer this time, pulled at the corners of her eyes and Katara jerked up. A pile of snow refused to melt in her unclenched hand.

Who was that? What was that? Was there an animal in her garden? Was there a pred-

A man in red armor popped up from the ground directly in front of Katara, growing taller as if a daisy from a spring snow.

"Zuko," said Katara, surprised. "Look, my snow turned into a bunny…"

For indeed, it had. A small bunny with fluffy white fur, a pink nose and magenta-tipped ears sniffed at Zuko and jumped from Katara's palm. She watched it dart down the path, blending with the snow.

"Oh, you made my bunny run away," Katara said sadly. "Now it's using camouflage. I'll never find it."

"I'll be your bunny, Katara!" Zuko exclaimed, bending down on one knee. "I'll be your bunny forever!"

"You can't be my bunny," Katara said seriously. "You're too big."

"Can I be your sunflower?"

"Sure," Katara shrugged. "It doesn't seem too small to me. Though sunflowers aren't purple."

"Good. I hate purple."

Katara giggled. She leaned forward and grabbed Zuko in a hug.

"Whoa! Careful!" Zuko called out, holding his hands up. "You're crushing my petals!"

Katara pulled away, sorry. "I'm sorry," she said. She fingered their waxy greenness, feeling the veins running down each leaf. "You're just so pretty."

"I know," Zuko agreed. "But you have to be careful. I'm a user of people."

"Okay," Katara said.

"I'm serious, Katara," he said seriously. "I'm no bunny."

"I know," Katara nodded. "You're a purple sunflower."

"No, I'm not – I hate purple."

"Then I'll just have to cut off your petals." Katara stood up, a large pair of shears in her hands. She reached forward and snapped. Large purple petals fell to the ground slowly, resting like curved blankets against the snow.

"Thank you, Katara," Zuko said when she was finished. He stood proudly, his hands on his hips as he admired his petal-less reflection in Katara's eyes. "I look much better. Now kiss me."

"Okay."

Katara walked forward and put her mouth to his. Zuko's arms worked around her waist and he pulled her closer. She broke away and frowned up at him.

"Zuko! You can't do that – you're naked!"

"What did you expect?" Zuko asked her, one of his brows was raised. His scar was gone. "You cut off my purple petals."

"True…" Katara looked down at the petals around them.

"So now you have to kiss me."

"Okay."

So Katara kissed him and it was good.

Ani: I would totally LOVE to film this scene. It would look so cool, like when Katara's talking to Zuko and he's like, "No, I hate the color purple, I'm not a purple sunflower." I would have his face filling the screen and then when he stopped saying that, I'd pull out and we would see him suddenly dressed like a flower. And then a close-up of Katara's upper torso and face and then she says she'll cut his petals off and then zoom out and suddenly she has the shears. I'd go mad directing the shots - it would be like a wonderful dream. (No pun intended.)

I keep drawing little sketches of Elsie now and when she... hmm. Well, I don't want to give away what Elsie does...

(smiling)