[She's glad to see him -- though as usual, she expresses that in her own way. She reaches out to flick him in the side of the head -- only to encounter the bush of hair.] What are you wearing, anyway? You're about as good at disguises as Zuko.
[She settles down with him, content to share the space.] What'd you come to see me about?
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[She settles down with him, content to share the space.] What'd you come to see me about?