"We don't need wood. Or water. All of this should still be warm enough to eat." Katara dropped her voice briefly. "Quit trying to get out of this and just enjoy yourself." As she spoke, she knew it was an impossible demand, judging by his demeanor and tone, but that didn't stop her from wanting to try, at least.

She closed the distance between them and Zuko, tugging a small blanket from a satchel resting it on her hip and flinging it out flat against the grass. "We can sit here and eat. And.. talk about the castle. And home." There was a definite grain of hope in her voice, as if she were praying that this from this seed of civility that friendship would grow.