[Flowers brighten up a room. They do, of course. She nods, taking the time to look over her variety with some thought. She remembers Zuko making mention of his uncle before when they met for the first time. A man who Zuko clearly looks up to.

There should be some reverence and appreciation in there as well.]

How about these, then?

[She pushes forward a small pot with stems of white larkspur flowers for him.] Larkspurs have all kinds of meanings behind them. Affection and strength of attachment. Lightness and appreciation. And they're bright, vibrant flowers. I know they aren't very colourful, but they have a striking and elegant composition.