Surprisinlgy, yes.

Some time later I woke up to the sound of saturation bombing.

...

That was concerning.

...

"Rolling Thunder exposed many problems within the American military services committed to it and tended to exacerbate others."

Slowly I became aware of the fact that I was comfortably resting on my sofa. That probably meant I could rest my eyes a little longer. Turning on my side I tried not to wake up too quickly. For a few minutes I just listened to the TV why my body gradually shifted into waking mode. I stretched my arms a little before quickly retracting them under the comfortable warmth of my blanket.

"Are you awake, John?"

"No." I lied without opening my eyes.

"I am starting to get hungry."

"You know where the fridge is, right?" I still refused to expose my eyes to the most certainly bright light outside preferring the comfortable darkness of my eyelids.

"Allright." Huh, that was easier than expected. "I don't know how to use your oven though, but from what I remember your kitchen table was made from wood, so it should be fine.

My eyes sprung open. Thankfully Azula still sat on her armchair, giving me an amused look. I tried to not look too annoyed as I got up. I felt chilly after moving from under the blanket, probably thanks to circulation slowing down during sleep. I instinctively grabbed for my cigarettes. As I started smoking my eyes wandered over to the clock, which told me that I had slept for about one and a half hours and back to Azula, who sat with her legs crossed. Of course, she was giving me the evil eye but not for too long this time.

"So, what kind of dinner are we going to get?"

"We could order Pizza. Do you have that in the fire nation?" I asked. Probably not, but would any company really ship a roboslut who didn't like Pizza?

"If we do, it is peasant's food, as I have not heard of it." She paused for a bit, cupping her chin. "Why are we going to get dinner delivered, again?"

"Do you want to cook?"

"I want you to cook."

"No, you don't. " I chuckled. While I could put a very, very basic meal on the table, I doubt it would be up to Azula's standards. It was hardly up to my own.

Her eyes bore into me, I hadn't seen her this intense since yesterday. While we had gotten along nicely enough today, I did remember our 'deal' of me doing as she wished. Although I really didn't understand what this was about. Why should she voluntarily subject herself to an inferior quality meal, it wasn't like we were splitting the bill. Maybe she really disliked yesterday's dinner?

"Fine." She finally said. "Let us try this Pizza you spoke of." Although it was clear she wasn't happy about it. And so I opened up my laptop and browsed to the website of a local pizza place.

"Here" I turned the the screen so she could see the different toppings. "I think I'll go for a Prosciutto myself."

"You know, that's kinda funny." She started while not taking her eyes off the screen. "You get tired from doing nothing and hungry from sleeping."

I gave her a blank look but before I could respond, she told me to order a Frutti di Mare for her. After ordering, I got us two more drinks from the kitchen. When I returned I put Azula's glass in front of her before moving to the sofa and folding my blanket before sitting down. I idly wondered at what point I had even gotten it, as it was usually folded up under the sofa. I looked over to Azula to find her very focused on the remote, decidedly not looking at me.