The grin that slowly made it's way on Aang's face was almost big enough to rival that of a cheshire cat's or a particularly mischievous-feeling skybison. It was all he could do not to burst out laughing. It was a funny mental image, Zuko the fearsome enemy serving tea. Zuko had changed a lot though, Aang could tell.

"Very sweet," he beamed up at the prince, the grin replaced with a genuine smile.