Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
Well, Are You?
Zuko was going to propose.
He'd already made an engagement gift; a thin band of silk with a stone carved in imitation of the typical Water Tribe betrothal necklace. He'd planned to surprise her at her favorite tea shop, which, ironically, was the one he'd first worked at in Ba Sing Se.
So when he knelt down in front of her, fumbling to pull the necklace from his pocket, he did not expect Katara to ask the question she did.
"Are you gay?"
Zuko blinked. "What?"
She blushed. "I know it's a little sudden, since we've been…you know…for six months, but…are you gay?"
"No," said Zuko slowly. "Where did you get that idea?"
"I don't know. It's probably just because you chased Aang so much –"
"To restore my honor."
"Yes." Katara sighed and laced her fingers together. 'But, I mean, think about it. It just seems so logical. Your hair is in a ponytail, and it's way too pretty for a straight guy."
There was a pregnant silence in which Zuko wished he would die.
On the spot.
"And," continued Katara, "you took my necklace. I don't know how, but you had it."
"As collateral!" protested the suddenly frustrated prince.
"And your clothes are just like Azula's. It's like you stole them from her closet or something. And those knee boots are really nice. Too nice for a prince, if you ask me."
Zuko gaped at her.
"So, well, are you?"
"I AM NOT GAY!" The prince rose and stalked out of the restaurant.
Katara frowned at his retreating form. "You dropped your necklace!"