The catch is . . . not the most graceful catch in the history of ever, because she's not used to catching anything. It takes some hand-to-eye coordination she never developed. But it is a catch, and her fingers run approvingly over the stack of yuan. (Though why did the monetary system have to go to paper? She's going to have to make Zuko count it later.)

At his statement, her shoulders lift. "Actually, I don't have a preference. Food is food, as long as it's not tofu."

Added as an afterthought, tucking the bills away after the chip, "Yin, by the way."

Because while he's interesting, she's not ready to give him who she is. Yet.