[Azula is standing there in the kitchen doorway, having seen Luke enter the kitchen moments earlier and then decided to follow. It's been a good two weeks since Azula's injury, and she's healed well enough by now-- if not incredibly crabbily. Today seems to be a good day. At least-- she's not openly sulking.]
How would I know? [It doesn't sound petulant or irritation when she says it, this time. Just bored. An indication of a good mood from Azula, to be sure.]
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How would I know? [It doesn't sound petulant or irritation when she says it, this time. Just bored. An indication of a good mood from Azula, to be sure.]
Honestly, Luke. Do I look like a farmer, to you?