"There's a little earth in the greenhouse," she notes. "Not that much. And people get all picky about their flowers and stuff."

Read: She'd already ticked a couple of people off trying and possibly lying in a flowerbed. So much good earth lying around, and people plant flowers in it. What is that?

But she's fully willing to go to the greenhouse, too. It's a place where she can at least see right, and like Zuko, it feels familiar. There's the loamy scent of earth, and she at least feels in her element. Metal is okay, but it's definitely less malleable, more unyielding, and she's still learning it. Maybe there will be something different this time. Maybe Zuko can glower away the flower people. He's good at that.

"I'll follow you." Ignoring the hand for now, apparently. Totally a pride thing.

. . . He may want to keep an eye on her, though. There's no guarantee she won't run into something.