And Aang sat right next to him, tempted to try patting his shoulder to calm him down and wary that that Zuko would take off his hand for it in the mood he was in. He kept his hands to himself and instead looked at Azula and Diana, every instinct telling him that something was up.

"So... this is a nice place, isn't it? The restaurant, I mean." The questions would come. In the meantime, maybe he could possibly break some of the tension. It was making a lot of Capitolites antsy.