”Aww Katara,” he lets the faux hurt roll off his tongue. Her agitation merely additional amusement in his games. Even now, he presses on just to see how far her buttons reach.
If anything he believes in quiet the opposite: life can’t be a gamble, there’s no room for chance, know your enemy and know your strengths. After all, if you don’t, you’ll pay with your life. He can’t afford to gamble, not with coins and not with his life; there’s a job to be done.
However, playful bets and random scuffles to pay for quality supplies is another story.
”And here I thought we were friends. Won’t you at least let me buy you some tea as thanks?”
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"Who knew you were a comedian too!“ she grumbles, half-jokingly, (actually, maybe a quarter jokingly, since that reply was almost rich.)
She blinks, inhaling deeply, letting out with a groan. He’s doing that weird thing again like he knows she’s going to say yes – but the score is equal now and if he buys her tea she’ll owe him again. She thinks about this deal long and hard (which is maybe 3 seconds) before turning up her nose with a self-satisfied smirk, ”I don’t drink tea with guys who get into fights over swords and lose.“ she teases, brushing herself off (again) in a matter-of-fact way and turning her back to him to collect her things and leave.
… and now that she thinks about it, tea sounds really good. She swallows, too stubborn to turn back, and slings her bag over her shoulder. If her journey’s going to run smoothly she can’t afford to have an adventure with ever past-friend (or foe) she meets on her way to her destination, and she’s sure that’s what it would come to. It all plays out in her mind as she turns to look at him again, absent-mindedly glancing over the bandage she’d secured on his arm.
(Jet pays for her tea. Some thug sees he’s got money [which he probably doesn’t, he’s just trying to mess with her] and pulls something. Jet starts to fight. Katara gets in the middle of it, exposing herself as, well, herself, [something she’s been avoiding for some time now] and they have to flee the scene before a brutish earthbender comes in from the back room and says something to piss the ’Freedom Fighter’ off even more. Nope. Not a good plan.)
She gives him a wave, already turned to depart. "See ya ‘round, Jet,” she sighs, “try not to get into too much trouble, okay?” she says, but already she regrets leaving the other alone.
