“Look, all I’m saying is that you were in a skirt.”

Zuko bristled, wishing his sister didn’t have to wait with him. “There were Twinkies involved.”

Katara ran up, grinning widely. “I heard mention of Twinkies.”

Azula stared at her. “How on earth did you get him in a skirt? I can’t get him in a skirt.”

Katara had come prepared for more embarrassment and pulled a few Twinkies from her bag. Zuko’s eyes lit up, and his mouth began to water.

“Sometimes people do crazy things for something like a Twinkie.” Katara waved it. “What would you do for a Twinkie, Azula?”

The girl stirred, surprised by the question. “Me? Nothing. It’s a Twinkie. I can buy one in a gas station for a buck.”

Katara hummed evilly, removing the plastic around the treat. (Zuko was practically drooling.) She broke in two, taking a careful bit out of one end. She licked the extra cream inside away, holding out the other half.

(Zuko found himself finding another good part of a Twinkie, one he had not considered for. Azula was also noticing the power of the Twinkie, and considering ways to use this power for her own misdeeds.)

And that was how Azula ended up in a tutu walking her brother on a leash, wearing Katara’s dress.

(“And I’m still amazed it fit him.”)