Under normal circumstances, Azula would have played her role as the Mysterious Asian and talked about the Old Ways and the sort of thing people expected at a stall like this. But she wasn't talking to a human. He wore what he was well, and the little twisting of her lips might have been either a smirk or a smile. Perhaps, for her, they were one and the same.

"You heard right," she replied, folding her arms and leaning on them over her stand. "Of course, all wishes come at a price."

She liked to think she was fair. At the very least, she tried to be at first. It wasn't her fault if someone failed to keep their end of the bargain.

"What is it you want? And what's it worth?"