"Get this over with?" Briefly, Katara couldn't decide if she was irritated or amused, passing the basket over to Sokka and folding her arms behind her back as she lead him out of the castle and toward the lake. They were friends back home, and in Paradisa? They were all each other had.

She had made it her personal mission to reconnect them, to show Zuko that he had friends in them -- whether he liked it or not.

"We're friends, Sokka. Back at home, and we can be here, too. He should be waiting at the lake for us." Hopefully, at least. "Try to be civil?"