A/N: Just silly, plotless fluff, to be honest, but I had fun coming up with Zuko's dramatic descriptions.
"Look, Katara, what do you want me to do, beg?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry I insulted your stewed sea prunes, okay, but you have to admit that they have a... pungent scent! Now will you please tell me where you hid them?"
"Ask nicely, and maybe I'll say."
"Fine, fine! Lady Katara, your most august majesty, the moon of my life, could you do this poor wretch a favor and reveal the location of my bags of fireflakes?"
She peers down at him with amused disdain. "A performance truly worthy of the Ember Island Players. All right. They're in the Ayakura Courtyard, under the gazebo."
He storms off in high dudgeon, muttering about the female sex's collective insanity- Katara shoves a handful of spicy goodness into her mouth, taken from a concealed pocket. It'll be weeks before he figures it out- by then, her revenge will have already been served.