Katara looked up at Zuko then, initially confused on what he seemed to be confused about; did he not hear her? It wasn't a strange request, after all.

"The milk dish? So I can feed the kittens? Bring it over here-- I can't get up now with the kittens all around me." Which was true-- three had managed to pile on her lap with another clinging up the leg of her pants, the fifth one now trying to climb its way up the front of her hoodie.