Miss Self-Sufficient
"You're gonna need some fruit in that."
He reached over to her, moon-peaches in hand to have his arm swatted away, "I've got some in already, thanks."
She pulled out a knife and sliced fruit from her own supply bag; he put his away. She stirred the pot for a minute or so before being interrupted. Again.
"Here, put in some--"
She cut him off, "I've got the honey, Zuko. Thanks." She poured some into the pot.
"How about some--"
"Mangoes? Done."
"Need some--?"
"Sugar? No, thanks."
"Well, you might need--"
"Hey." She bashed his head with a wooden spoon, "I've got it, okay?"