"Hold these."
She doesn't let Zuko respond before she drops her armload of flowers into his lap.
He blinks. "Uh—you're welcome."
Katara smirks and sits beside him. "Shush, grumpy-guts. I'm making you a present."
He makes a small, suspicious sound, but Katara raises a hand to silence him and sets to work weaving stems together.
"Flower crowns?" Zuko guesses after a minute.
"Mm-hmm."
"Why?"
"Because you're a prince and I just realized that I've never seen you in a crown."
Zuko pauses. "You just want to see how long I'll walk around with flowers in my hair, don't you?"
He lets her settle the crown on his head and weave in a few spare flowers to keep it in place.
"You realize I'm not a prince anymore, right?"
"You're just grumpy because you look cute this way."
His face flames. "No. I'm saying I don't have any more reason to wear a crown than you." He peers over his shoulder. "Daughter of the Chief."
She pokes him. "I'm not royalty."
"I've been disowned. Twice."
Katara huffs. "So?"
"So if you're going to make me wear a flower crown, I'm making one for you too."
He catches her smiling.
"Deal."