The bounty hunter won't leave her alone.
"You're still too pretty for him. His new hair helps, but—eh."
Katara's jaw clenches.
"Still. I've seen worse couples."
"We're not—"
"And your brother and the fan girl didn't just sneak away for some alone time." Jun winks. "I get it. Secret romance."
"Zuko and I are not dating."
"Why? Because he's kinda ugly?"
Katara bristles. "He isn't ugly!"
That's the wrong thing to say. Jun grins knowingly—no, not knowingly, there's nothing to know—and nudges her.
"Gotta defend your man's honor, huh?"
Katara gives her darkest glower and stalks away.
Zuko recognizes the look on her face. Katara is out for blood.
"What did I do this time?"
She sits beside him. "Not you. Jun."
Zuko groans. "She's bothering you too?"
"It's driving me crazy. We have to make her stop."
Zuko nods. In some ways, Jun is worse than Uncle would be. "So, how are we going to convince her that we're not—"
Katara shakes her head. "We're not. We're going to play along."
Zuko blinks. It makes sense. Jun is less interested in telling the others than in being right.
Slowly, he nods. "Okay. Where do we start?"