A/N

Back by popular demand: FRUIT PIES!

"What is your primary agricultural product?"

"Uh…Do fruit pies count as agriculture?"

Zohmygosh… They said 'fruit pie'! Now, to those who pay attention, what did Katara and Zuko eat on the balcony in the last chapter? Yesh. Fruit pies. Bow down to me, mortals!

Okay, y'all just admit it: I'm a genius, just sheer genius with mind-reading capabilities.

I wrote quite a bit of thoughts about the movie on my blog (shown as a homepage on my profile). So be sure to check it out. It's kind of interesting.

Moushie… Giant FRIEND!

Oh, and I'm definitely going with the two steps forward, one step back formula for this fic. It's apparent by now.

xxx

Aang had been giving Katara strange expressions all through breakfast. He practically shoved Sokka aside to sit next to her, and then kept sliding his gaze over to her.

"What's the matter?" Katara finally snapped, fed up with his behavior.

Aang glanced at Zuko, who sipped his tea and didn't seem to notice.

"Uh… I'm just… you know… You look nice today." Aang stuttered.

Zuko snorted into his tea. Aang threw him challenging stare, but ignored him otherwise.

"Thanks, Aang," Katara replied but was skeptical of his sincerity. Why were he and Zuko exchanging glances?

"So… We are all going out on the town today?" Iroh asked.

Sokka nodded. "I think so, unless Zuko isn't coming."

"I'm going," Zuko growled. "Unless Sokka doesn't want me to, but I guess he'll have to get over that."

"Boys, not this early in the morning," Katara scolded.

Zuko scowled, but didn't argue.

"I'm hoping to find a nice Pai Sho game." Iroh stated jovially. "I haven't played a game of that in a long time."

"Pai Sho? I used to play that a lot." Aang said.

Iroh's face lit up. "You play?"

"Great. You can play together." Zuko said, glad to see that the responsibility had been lifted off of his own shoulders.

"We can hold tournaments," Iroh thought aloud.

"Sure! And we could teach Katara and Sokka!" Aang chortled.

Zuko rolled his eyes. The two were almost too fit for each other. Katara caught his copious amount of disapproval and smiled sympathetically. He glanced away. Why did she always have to give him her pity? Even in small amounts it disgusted him.

"Well… now that we've got Iroh's happiness all planned out, how about the rest of us?" Sokka asked.

"I'm hoping to find some new clothes." Katara said.

Sokka snorted. "That's a good idea. Haven't you had those things since you were like… twelve?"

Katara scowled at him. "Clothes are a little hard to come by when all the fabric keeps going to the patches in some 'warrior's' pants!" She turned to Aang. "What about you, Aang? What are you looking to find?"

"I don't know. There's nothing I really want, but I'm sure I'll find something."

Katara nodded. "Sure, and we'll have plenty of time to just browse. What about you, Zuko?"

"I don't want anything." He growled.

"Sure he does." Iroh said jovially. "He just doesn't want to admit it."

"Clothes." Zuko snapped. "Just some clothes."

"He probably wants other things, but he won't say. He does this all the time." Iroh shrugged.

"I don't want anything else, Uncle. Drop the subject now."

"I mean with his birthday coming up next week…" Iroh prompted.

"Uncle…" Zuko muttered threateningly.

"Your birthday's next week?" Katara asked.

"How old will you be?" Aang asked.

"He's probably… what? Fourteen?" Sokka pressed, grinning at the scowl flashed at him.

"Older than you are, that's for sure." Zuko retorted.

"He'll be seventeen." Iroh stated.

Aang smiled to himself. Way too old for Katara…

"Can't you think of anything you'd like for your birthday?" Katara asked him.

"I don't want to celebrate it." Zuko snapped. "Just forget it."

"He was born on a Thursday, but his birthday falls on a Monday this year." Iroh offered.

"We should have a party!" Aang exclaimed.

"I don't want a party! I want you to forget my birthday!" Zuko shouted. "Thank you very much, Uncle!"

"Can we have cake at the party?" Sokka drooled. "I've been dying for some decent cake."

Zuko growled one last time and then sulked away to the balcony. He'd gripe about their plans later.

xxx

"Hey, look." Sokka said a few minutes after Zuko's escape, popping onto the balcony with a tray full of night-old fruit pies. "More pie!"

He leaned against the railing on Zuko's left, and Aang, flanking Sokka, took Zuko's right.

"What a beautiful day!" Aang exclaimed.

"Gorgeous." Zuko growled sarcastically.

"Speaking of… Look at all those girls down there! Most of them aren't that bad-looking…" Sokka smiled.

"As if you can judge." Zuko muttered.

Sokka glared at Zuko. "You know, I'm tempted to throw this at you." Sokka brandished a half-eaten pie.

Zuko scoffed. "Please…"

Sokka raised his arm to throw it, but Zuko knocked it away, and the three watched the pastry sink into the bustling crowd below.

"Oh…" Sokka said dully.

Zuko and Aang jerked back from the railing, realizing someone was bound to hurl some object back. Sure enough, Sokka removed his face from overlooking the railing after a rogue shoe slapped his forehead.

"Ow…"

Aang started to giggle. "That's the kind of thing me and Gyatso used to do! Let's do it again!"

"That's stupid." Zuko snapped. "Someone's going to throw something harder than a shoe-."

"I'll have you know that that shoe was hard enough!" Sokka whined, rubbing his injured forehead.

"See?" Zuko said, showing Aang his proof.

Aang wasn't listening, however, and was aiming a pie at another unfortunate soul.

Sokka and Zuko exchanged wary glances.

"If the avatar's doing it… I mean, it is fun…" Sokka grabbed a pie and chucked it at a woman with a towering hat.

Zuko watched Sokka and Aang chuckle and duck. Again he was divided. He didn't want to get into any trouble, even something as trifle as pie-throwing could put him and his uncle into jail. But then again… It had been so long since he'd been 'normal'. Maybe he could abandon his conscience just this once more….

He took one of the two remaining pies and joined the other boys at the railing. Aang grinned wildly as Zuko aimed at a sleeping man on a bench.

"Three…" Sokka counted. "Two…"

"What are you doing?"

The three whirled around to grin sheepishly at Katara.

"Hey…" Sokka said. "We were just… eating pie."

"Mhm." Aang rubbed his stomach. "And I'm just about full. What about you, Zuko?"

Zuko, still clutching his pie, looked to Aang, who was gesturing for him to eat it.

He couldn't just leave this thread of actions unfinished. He had decided he was going to throw the stupid pie, so he had to throw the pie!

"What about you, Zuko?" Aang stressed.

Zuko focused his attention on the buzzing girl in front of him. He'd planned to hit a sleeping old man, but the look on her face would be just as priceless.

"I'd rather throw it." Zuko stated, and without another pause, lobbed the food at her.

Aang and Sokka gasped, wordlessly gaping at her astonished face, and Zuko began a low chuckle that erupted into a few guffaws.

"Did you see… that look…" He gasped.

The other boys returned to him an empty, wondering stare. Was he crazy?

"I saw it." Katara growled, wiping pie filling from her dress. "It was hilarious. Why are you suddenly so immature?" She whirled on her heels and stalked into the apartment, slamming the glass doors behind her.

xxx

"I'd apologize…" Aang suggested.

"That would have been really funny if you hadn't been the one to throw that at her." Sokka said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"I thought it was funny. Doesn't your lot enjoy practical jokes?" Zuko snarled.

"Yeah… but it's a little awkward coming from you." Aang said.

"What is it with me? Why can't I just blend in with you? I'm trying, and you're the ones making it difficult!"

"Hm… Let's evaluate that, shall we?" Sokka said. "When we first met you kicked me, tore up my spear, threatened my village, and kidnapped Aang. Then, in later encounters you tried to kill us-."

"I never tried to kill you!"

"You were probably thinking about it." Sokka continued. "In any case, the stuff you pulled on us was bad enough for us to shun you now."

"We're not shunning him, Sokka." Aang said harshly.

"Sure 'we' aren't, but as individuals, we're pushing him away."

"Ugh… You really think I should apologize?" Zuko turned to Aang.

He shrugged. "It couldn't hurt."

Zuko gave one last withering stare to Sokka and pushed the door open into the lounge.

A sudden, cold splash greeted him.

"Wha-…" Zuko spluttered, his face and torso soaked.

Katara smiled mischievously. "Now we're even."

"That is not fair! You were prepared! I had no chance of defense!"

"If you're going to play 'practical jokes', then I suggest you get a sense of humor." Katara frowned.

Zuko smeared water from his brow. "I only have one other pair of clothes…"

"Well, we have something in common." She snapped. "We both only had one pair of clothes."

"That's okay, guys," Aang said. "We'll go shopping now so you can get some new clothes."

Zuko and Katara exchanged challenging stares.

Sokka smiled happily. "Thanks for washing him off, Katara. He was really starting to smell."

xxx

"Woa." Aang smiled.

"It looked smaller yesterday." Zuko said, scrutinizing the sprawling city.

"It always seems to grow larger." Iroh said to his companions' confusion. "You'll never really know Ba Seng Se."

"Where do we start?" Sokka asked.

"Let's let Katara find some clothes first." Aang offered.

"She always goes first." Sokka whined.

"Thanks for being such a gentleman, Sokka." Katara muttered.

xxx

Zuko shifted and tried to swat the gauze away that tickled his cheek. It floated back to his face, and he was tempted to pull himself from his cushy enclosure and burn the stupid fabric to a crisp. He was currently not in a position to do anything he would have liked to do, anyway. Aang had him wedged between the avatar and a dress display. Zuko was pretty sure Aang would notice and stop him before he could actually set fire to the dress, as well.

"How long does it take to try on an outfit?" Zuko growled.

"Let a girl have her time." Iroh said calmly.

"This shop makes me itch." Zuko said, clawing at his face.

"You're shaking the whole bench! Do you mind?" Sokka snapped.

"Look! There she is!" Aang pointed down a hall to a pink, floating pastry.

At least Zuko thought it to be a pink, floating pastry. It paused in front of the group and turned slightly, its entire body shimmering. Some sort of gag reflex started to work in Zuko's throat, and he had to cough violently for several moments to get it to stop.

"What do you think?" Katara asked.

"You look great!" Aang exclaimed.

"Eh." Sokka shrugged.

"Beautiful." Iroh smiled warmly.

They all turned expectantly to Zuko.

"You look stupid." He declared.

The smile she had sported vanished on the spot, and without another word, she dashed back into the dressing rooms.

"Wow. That must be a record. You've managed to make her mad twice in one hour!" Sokka applauded.

Iroh shook his head. "Zuko, you never tell a girl she looks stupid."

"You can't honestly say she looked good in that… that…fluff!" Zuko blurted.

"No. She didn't." Aang said. "But we don't tell her that."

"Why did she ask if she didn't want the truth?" Zuko grumbled.

"She wanted reassurance." Iroh said.

"She wanted something she shouldn't have." Zuko snapped. "She looked utterly ridiculous."

"I heard you the first time," Katara glowered, back into her old clothes.

Zuko's scowl slipped into something a little more human, but Katara wasn't swayed. She spun on her heel and marched out of the shop.

"Great. She'll be in a bad mood for a week." Sokka grumbled. "Girls need maintenance," he explained, "And if you fail to keep them happy-."

"If I go talk to her, will you shut up?" Zuko growled.

Sokka glanced at Aang, who nodded. "Sure," Sokka agreed. "If you go talk to her, I'll shut up."

"Great." Zuko snapped and started after Katara.

"Remember what I told you!" Iroh called after him.

Zuko paused, this could be important. "What?"

"Be smooth and courteous. It worked with the scroll!"

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "No, it didn't."

"What?" Sokka snapped. "You told him to be 'smooth and courteous' with what scroll?"

"Uh… Never mind. It's a long story."

Zuko slipped out of the shop before he was caught into the full-scale war about to erupt.

"We've got time." Sokka said impatiently. "Let's hear this story."

xxx

She thought he'd changed. She was so sure that after he joined them, after he broke the rest of his weak ties with the Fire Nation, that he'd be different. She had always imagined that somewhere at Zuko's core was a caring, gentle man, and it was only a matter of her finding it. But he hadn't changed. He was still the prickly, sour jerk he'd always been.

Katara almost chucked the peach a vendor handed her for her to test, but she checked her arm and handed the fruit back apologetically.

She had wanted him to morph into something likeable. Her step faltered. 'Likeable'. Yeah right. Zuko was as untouchable and incomprehensible as the moon, although Katara was a little more in touch with the moon, at least she had known the girl who now gave life it.

Katara didn't mind his mystery so long as he was at least kind about his standoffish behavior.

Then again… he was only distant with the others. He seemed to have no trouble talking to Katara, and she savored every minute of their conversations. A bell seemed to toll in her head, 'He is normal. He is normal.' And for a moment they would be wrapped once more in a quiet, peaceful existence that deemed itself impossible to find in Katara's life. Then the next day would dawn, and he'd blow it.

If he would just apologize once in awhile-.

She looked up from readjusting her shoes to find a flower engulfing her view. Just beyond it, Zuko looked down at her expectantly.

She stood up and stared at the flower, to Zuko, and back down at the lacy petals.

"I'm sorry," He said after an awkward pause where she didn't take the flower, but stared at it like it wanted to eat her. "I didn't mean to say that you looked dumb, but the dress did."

Katara stared at him blankly. What was she supposed to feel? Offended? Pleased? And did he just say 'sorry'?

"You don't need something that… 'fluffish'. You look good enough without it. In fact, you'd look good in anything but that."

"Thanks," Katara said and silently thanked her father for her quick wit.

She took the flower from Zuko. "Did you just buy this?"

"There was a vendor down the road a-ways that I saw earlier." Zuko gestured. "I went back and picked it up for you."

" 'Picked it up'?"

"I bought it, Katara." Zuko answered sternly. "And you're changing the subject."
The 'subject' was making her uncomfortable. "What else would you have me say?" She asked, twirling the flower in her fingertips.

"Do I have your forgiveness?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Good. I think I saw a shop over there-."

"Why don't I just… shop alone this time? Your opinion is almost too honest." She smirked.

His lips twitched into a smile. "Okay."

"But… I do appreciate your honesty, even if it is a bit frank. I guess I looked a tad bit ridiculous, huh?"

"Yes. Very much so. And I wouldn't have said anything if you weren't beautiful to begin with. It took away from that." He paled at his last words, and he looked at the sky embarrassingly.

Katara almost dropped the flower. "Uh… Well…" Her wit just wasn't fast enough.

"Why don't we just forget that?" Zuko offered.

"Sure. Don't mention it."

"Ever."

"Okay."

"I'll see you later."

"Tell the boys where I am?"

"Yup."

"Great."

"Bye."

They bolted in opposite directions, neither exactly sure how to feel.

xxx

"So he wooed her into telling him where Aang was?" Sokka asked. His jaw dropped in disgust.

Aang shook his head violently, trying to shake the awful images playing in his mind. "No, Sokka, it didn't work, remember?"

"I have a hard time picturing Zuko… wooing someone."

"He wasn't wooing her," Iroh explained again. "He was playing against her weaknesses."

"He offered her a necklace! I'd call that flirting." Sokka proclaimed.

"He offered her her own necklace." Iroh pointed out. "Here he is; we'll ask him now."

"Were you hitting on my sister?" Sokka exclaimed, shoving his finger into Zuko's face.

"What?" Zuko snapped, and he shoved Sokka's hand away.

"When we were running from the pirates, and you had Katara tied to a tree, were you flirting with her?" Aang asked.

Zuko's face went slack and he stared wordlessly at his uncle for several moments before forming an answer.

"No…" Zuko muttered.

"See?" Aang sighed. "I told you, Sokka, and even if he was, it's not as if Katara would… you know…"

"What are you saying?" Zuko asked him, his tone dangerously low.

"He's saying Katara would never go out with such a loser." Sokka smirked.

Iroh groaned. They just had to push his buttons…

"She'd go out with me in a heart beat; it's just that I'm not showing any interest in her." Zuko folded his arms across his chest.

"Because you don't have any interest, right?" Aang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Zuko continued to glare at Sokka.

"Well… uh… Did you find her?" Iroh asked.

Zuko nodded. "She said she wanted to shop alone,"

"Did you try the 'smooth and courteous' approach?" Iroh nudged his nephew.

"Yes, Uncle."

"What?" Sokka shoved Zuko, and he managed to make him stumble half a step. "You tried to be a 'gentleman' with my sister?"

"No, Sokka," Aang fidgeted. "He means he just attempted to be polite, right Zuko?"

"No. I gave her a flower." Zuko growled.

Iroh chuckled. "What kind of flower?"

"You… gave… her… a flower?" Sokka was again trying to shove Zuko, and Zuko was tempted to break his arms because of it.

"Yes, I gave her a flower, and I told her she looked nice without that stupid, frilly dress."

Sokka let loose a wild yowl and pounced on Zuko, successfully toppling him and grabbing a handful of his black hair.

Aang, without causing too much of a show, peeled Sokka off of Zuko with an air current. Zuko had a fierce expression and was tense from head to foot, but he made no further move. Sokka was a little worse for wear, however, and it took all of Aang's might to keep him from lunging at Zuko again.

"You scum! You stay away from her!" Sokka shouted.

"I was not hitting on her!" Zuko glared back. "I was apologizing!"

"It really doesn't take a flower to apologize." Aang chided.

"Actually, in my experience, it's best to have some tangible object in hand." Iroh noted. "That way it presents the fact that you've taken an extra few minutes to think it over."

"Sokka and I have never had any trouble saying we're sorry, and we never bring her anything." Aang said, still holding Sokka down.

"Let's just agree to disagree, alright?" Iroh cut in, preventing Zuko from digging himself any deeper. "Now, let's think. Why are we all here?"

"To get clothes." Sokka growled.

"A broader reason." Iroh prompted.

"So that… I can learn earth bending?" Aang offered.

"Exactly. So, what does this dilemma have anything to do with an avatar's duties?"

"Nothing." Zuko spat.

"Right. Now if we all want to help Aang, then let's stop bickering, and make an agreement."

"What agreement?" Sokka said.

"If Zuko ever decides to date Katara, he will need your," Iroh pointed to Sokka and then to Aang, "And your permission."

"I'm not going to date her." Zuko muttered.

"Right! See? He's not! No worries." Aang said jovially.

"And if he goes back on his word?" Sokka met Zuko's eyes challengingly.

"Hm…" Iroh scratched his beard. "Then… Zuko must complete a task you deem of him."

"That won't be a problem because I don't like her that way." Zuko snarled.

"But you 'like' her?" Sokka jumped back onto this feet.

"Let's drop it." Aang said forcefully. "And Zuko's starting to smell like a wet bison, so let's get him some new clothes."

Zuko protested slightly, but decided that, under the circumstances, silence would be better suited for him than shouting.

xxx

Katara wished sorely for another girl to join their group. Someone a little younger or, even better, a little older for her to talk to about things that only a girl wishes to converse with someone of similar gender. Katara had a hard time imagining discussing Zuko with Aang, Sokka, or even Iroh. She'd rather talk with Momo than any of them.

She wandered into the shop that Zuko had suggested.

What was with him anyway? She reached out for something blue, a familiar color. She drew her hand back, though. She was getting a little bedraggled by the same old color, the same company. Maybe it was time for something new….

xxx

Zuko pulled another shirt over his head, and tested the sleeve length.

"That's the tenth one Zuko…" Aang whined. "And you haven't picked any!"

"None of them fit right. If I'm going to have clothes, I'm going to have ones I like."

"Maybe something with a hood to cover up that hideous face?" Sokka suggested.

Zuko threw his shirt at Sokka. "There isn't enough fabric in the world for you."

"This is boring." Aang complained.

"Why didn't you just go with Iroh to find Katara?" Sokka asked.

"Because I have to keep you two from killing each other!"

"Good news." Zuko growled.

"What?" Aang and Sokka chorused.

"I found a shirt I like."

"There's a downside, isn't there?" Sokka asked.

"Yeah… I don't have any pants with it. I'm just going to… burn my old clothes, they reek so badly."

Sokka made a mock applause. "The first step is admittance. You're on your way to becoming an anti-smelly fire bender. The hard part is going to be pushing you into your next life, so hopefully you won't be born into the Fire Nation."

"Here," Aang tossed Zuko a pair of black pants. "Katara says black matches anything."

"I thought that was blue…" Sokka pondered.

Aang shrugged. "She said 'black'."

"You remember everything she says?" Sokka asked. "I usually retain about a third of her babble."

"Aang would remember every detail." Zuko kidded.

Aang threw him a scowl.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sokka asked, a little put-down that he was out of their loop.

Aang and Zuko stared at him blankly. He must've been blind…

"Sokka, do you remember how you said you were okay with Katara and I?"

"Well… you both are alright. You can be a little over-peppy for my taste, but I accept that. And Katara's my sister, so I'm kind of forced to deal with her."

Zuko chuckled. "You're either near-sighted or so far into denial that you're delusional."

Aang cut in, "That's not what I meant, Sokka. We were outside of Aunt Wu's house, and I was asking you for advice."

"You asked him for advice?" Zuko scoffed.

"It was better than yours!" Aang snapped.

"And I said that I was pretty sure Meng had feelings for you, too." Sokka finished.

"You said… Meng?" Aang gasped. "I thought you meant…"

Zuko let out another peal of laughter. "You thought… oh, that is priceless..."

"Thanks for your support, Zuko." Aang muttered.

"Who were you talking about?" Sokka asked.

"Katara…" Aang said under his breath.

Sokka attempted to keep a straight face. "You and… Katara…"

"Yes."

"You and…Katara…" His face lost its contortion and he broke out in a wild snicker. "Aang! That will never happen!"

"Oh, come on! It can't be that hopeless!" Aang griped.

"Why is it that when Katara is paired with me you get enraged, but when she's paired with Aang you laugh?" Zuko snarled.

"Because," Sokka said, at once regaining his seriousness. "My sister and a fire bender is sickening. My sister and Aang is funny. That's why."

"Can we go now?" Aang whined. "Being with you two is worse than being with those nomads, and that was pretty bad."

"Who were the-."

Sokka cut Zuko off. "Bad songs. Long tunnel. Giant badger-moles."

xxx

"I can't wait to show… them." Katara exclaimed, but caught her words before she gave herself away.

Iroh was so easy to talk to that she almost said too much, which was precisely what Iroh wanted: for her to say 'too much'.

"You mean 'him', right?" Iroh asked casually.

"Yes, well… no… I meant them." Katara smoothed the folds of her white skirt.

She rather liked the affect it gave her figure, and she really hoped she looked as good as she felt. How good to be a girl once again and not a traveler!

Iroh spotted Aang's blue-arrowed crown. "There's a third of our party."

Katara grinned, but her smile slipped slightly to find that Zuko was not among their ranks.

"Wow! You look really pretty, Katara!" Aang cried.

"As if she doesn't all the time?" Iroh muttered to him.

"Er… Yeah, I mean… You look nice all the time…But-."

"It's okay, Aang." Katara said. "I understand what you meant."

"It's not blue." Sokka folded his arms across his chest. "I thought you were proud of your heritage."

"Don't be such a spear in the ice, Sokka." She snapped. "I just wanted something different, for a change. And there's nothing wrong with the Water Tribe."

"Where's Zuko?" Iroh asked, voicing Katara's own question.

"He said he wanted to look around on his own." Sokka shrugged.

"He did find a few outfits, but he said he needed a few more. I think that's kind of dumb, though." Aang admonished.

"He still has a trace of his old, royal vanity left." Iroh replied.

xxx

Zuko honestly had no idea what side of town he was stepping into, but it felt nice to be alone once more. He'd had the group hanging around his shoulders for so long that he almost forgot how not to voice his opinions. He fell into his old fashion quickly, however.

The shop windows revealed that he wasn't going to find any more clothes here, but the pack he'd brought along was heavy enough with the few garments he'd already purchased. Instead, he browsed furniture, even though he really had no need for anything.

His mind drifted to Katara's bare room.

Turning into a large, open-air tent, he indiscreetly counted out his money.

"Can I help you, sir?" A jolly, over-peppy voice came almost too close into Zuko's atmosphere.

"I need something from the Water Tribe."

"What sort of 'something' can I interest you in? I've got quite a selection of furnishings."

"Well… How Water Tribe rooms usually kept?"

"Lots of fur rugs, decorative art pieces that display some of their peoples' customs, and their bedding is almost always heavy-."

"I'll tell you what." Zuko offered his sack of money. "How about you just furnish me a bedroom, and I'll pay you this?"

The salesman palmed the sack and weighed it skeptically, then a grin formed on his pudgy face.

"I think I can help you out here." The man agreed.

xxx

A/N

Whew… I'm pooped. That took a long time to write, so I hope it's enjoyable.

I finally planned out the rest of my story, so it'll be a little more structured from here on out (part of the reason this update took so long).

Oh, sweetness, Zuko's gonna make Katara's room pretty!

And I need someone to draw me some alternate outfits for this couple. I've tried, and thus far it isn't going well. Contact me please!

Seriously… Tired… Sooo…. Tired…..