Once might have been a coincidence. But this is the fourth time in as many months that an embassy bedroom has been mysteriously decommissioned before their arrival, leaving one room, one bed for the two of them.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think they were trying to tell us something."
Katara pokes him in the ribs. "Should we tell them that we took the hint last year?"
Zuko sighs. "We'll have to break the news eventually." A lopsided grin crosses his face. "Next time?" he offers.
She returns his smile and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Next time."