[ Being a part of Zuko's happiness is truly a strange thought, but she was confident in her answer and didn't think any amount of convincing by Gokudera would change that. He came here to reassure her, clearly aware of her brother's explosive tendencies, but his desire to invite himself into their relationship and smooth things over would always be unwanted-- he was in the dark. He knew nothing other than the out-of-context oversharing Zuko couldn't help himself to. Sure, she should probably welcome the chance to talk about him, to talk to someone that wasn't him, but she'd prefer to leave it alone. For the most part.

The princess is not big on sweets, so despite the gesture toward baked goods brought specifically for her, she pays it no mind for now. Instead, she allows herself to drink from the bottle, more curious for the taste than anything else. ]

There's a normal here he can still achieve that I am keeping him from, he's always desired to be free of his birthright. He wants to go to school and make friends and... date.

[ The last word comes out more scathing than she'd like, her attention more focused on the bottle than Gokudera now. Azula scoots it over to him, leaning against the countertop. ]

Pour me a glass.