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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Food Edit
“So . . . have you thought about our conversation earlier, Sifu Hotman?” He raises his eyebrows as he Airbends a bowl of rice towards Zuko. The Firebender accepts the offering and proceeds to pick up his chopsticks.
“Which one? And stop calling me that!”
He settles down, cross-legged, onto a bench. “Can you please tell me about relationships? And girls? And relationships with girls?”
“Well, I guess the first thing you have to do is tell her how you feel.” Zuko coughs awkwardly. “Have you told her yet?”
He cringes and puts his hand onto his chest. “What? Me tell her how I feel? Just walk up to her and say, Hey, Katara, I love you?” Zuko nods. “Are you insane?”
“Girls want to know how you feel about them, first, and not just the usual you’re beautiful or you have eyes like stars fare, either.” The Firebender taps his chest. “You have to tell her that you love her before you can even think about kissing her. Are you sure that you love her?”
“Yes!” he explodes. “I love her so much . . . I’d do anything for her! You don’t even—I mean—you don’t even know how much I love her. I love her so much that it hurts me to be apart from her even for five minues! I—I love her so much that I’d die for her! I love her so much that every time I see her, my knees get all wobbly, and I can’t think straight, and all I can do is stammer, even if I’m not looking at her! I . . . I love her so much. I can’t even explain it. There’s just this warm feeling in my heart. In here.” He pokes the place just above his heart and traces the shape of one. “I mean . . . I’m helplessly lost. I’m like a kitten in a tree. I can’t get down. I’m just stuck forever in this tree. Do you get what I mean? Or am I just being stupid?” He’s crying. Oh spirits, he’s crying. Why is he crying? Why won’t the tears stop? “I just see her, and I get so weak . . . I can’t . . . I love her so much . . . I can’t . . .” He turns away and wipes away his tears. “Thanks, Zuko. Thanks for talking to me. I think I can tell her now.”
Zuko blinks again. “Uh, no problem?”
She leans against the cool wall, her heart thudding, a moon peach clutched in her hand.
Did he really mean all that?
She smiles quietly and hums to herself. A little song. She can’t remember where she picked it up.
Winter, spring, summer and fall . . . winter, spring, summer and fall . . . though the rest of the lyrics are lost to her, and she continues on her way.
It’s certainly food for thought.
Did Katara overhear, or did she overhear something else? You will never freaking know.
This, of course, proceeds the conversation from LiaB by a day or two . . . oh, oh, and I wrote this before LiaB was released. Coincidence? Thanks, Bryke!
"“Can you please tell me about relationships? And girls? And relationships with girls?”" -> The Department of Redundancy Department would like to speak to you.
"“Girls want to know how you feel about them, first, and not just the usual you’re beautiful or you have eyes like stars fare, either.”" -> That's to all you guys out there. All of you.
"You have to tell her that you love her before you can even think about kissing her." -> And thus Zuko became a dirty hypocrite.
"I’m like a kitten in a tree." -> That is a reference to an old, old song. I'm too misty and too much in love . . .
"Winter, spring, summer and fall . . . winter, spring, summer and fall . . . " -> Yes. Please. Yukka lives.
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