Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
Shivers
"Do I really have to wear this?" asked Zuko in disbelief, plucking at the offending outfit he held in his arms: a customary Water Tribe parka, similar to Sokka's. "It's so…bulky."
"My grandmother made it," commented Katara casually, her eyes flickering over at him with an expression that clearly said, No complaints.
"Not that it isn't a fine piece of clothing," the man said hastily. "Just – I don't really need it."
"Hm, well, I saw what you were wearing at the North Pole. You almost froze to death," reminded his companion.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"More like stupid measures," Katara muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I think I heard you."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Because you muttered."
"But you heard me."
"That's not the point. It wasn't an I-didn't-hear-you what, it was -"
"Just shut up and put the coat on."
"Do I have to?"