She descended towards the garden - the war had just ended and the last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a room with an awkward Firelord, her boneheaded brother, and many middle-aged sexist men.

"She loves me. She loves me not."

Katara approached the voice, realisation dawning on her as she watched him pluck the petals from a poppy.

"She loves me. She loves me n-"

"She loves you alot," She smiled until she noticed a bewildered Avatar staring at her, mouth agape and eyes wide.

Realisation dawned on her once again, "Did I just say that out loud?"