"So -- I guess that's the story." She's glad he's not making a big deal out of it; her glance is grateful. "Just so you know. I mean -- it's not -- Not even talking about Zuko, though, you -- you know what I'm saying, right? You have a me, at home. You don't need any -- complications like this."

She trusts Tim to understand, to pick up the implications; Tim's always been brilliant. And he's always understood.

"So ... want a drink?"