"We could talk about other things, then," Katara insisted, taking the basket from Sokka and thanking him quietly, before kneeling down onto the blanket and neatly spreading out the meal. "Neither of you believe me when I tell you that we're friends. But I know there's a good guy inside there somewhere, Zuko, and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise."

She snapped the lid off of a bowl of rice, casting a meaningful look to Sokka, then Zuko. "You saved my life. Now both of you sit down and eat." She paused, then affected the motherly tone that she was oh-so-good at. "Without killing each other, please."