[ Zuko takes in her words with deeper consideration than he'd expected. Flowers are just flowers, in his book. He'd never really paid much attention to their emotional effects or poeticism or appreciated their beauty. But saying that you can express things with flowers that you can't express with words gets his gears turning upstairs. It's a thought he'd never really considered. But now reaffirms his decision to pick these up even more. ]
Hm. I understand...
[ He pauses, glancing around a bit nervously, still considering her perspective. ]
I think my uncle feels the same way. These flowers are for him. Not me.
[ His mission from the very first message. Flowers for Uncle. ]
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Hm. I understand...
[ He pauses, glancing around a bit nervously, still considering her perspective. ]
I think my uncle feels the same way. These flowers are for him. Not me.
[ His mission from the very first message. Flowers for Uncle. ]