"Why not?" Zuko watched the other man look him over, and returned the appraising gaze. "If he says no, he says no." He tilted his head towards Xue Yang, wordlessly implying that if met with refusal, they already had a backup plan.
To his credit he didn't give the other guy a weird look when asked for his approach, and instead walked up to the wagon's owner, his hands meeting in front of his middle, a fist pressed to an open palm as he bowed slightly. His method might have been unconventional by his companion's estimate, but asking for food yielded Zuko two things - a strange first impression of the guy who was apparently leading the caravan, and a sense of direction.
They could help themselves to the staples, but anything extra would cost them - and they would have to cook their food themselves or find someone already cooking and willing to share. Once Mazyar retreated Zuko looked to Xue Yang and shrugged, wordlessly walking off to get himself whatever there was to cook. As far as he was concerned, their question had been answered, and there wasn't any reason to stand around and linger - besides, he was hungry.
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To his credit he didn't give the other guy a weird look when asked for his approach, and instead walked up to the wagon's owner, his hands meeting in front of his middle, a fist pressed to an open palm as he bowed slightly. His method might have been unconventional by his companion's estimate, but asking for food yielded Zuko two things - a strange first impression of the guy who was apparently leading the caravan, and a sense of direction.
They could help themselves to the staples, but anything extra would cost them - and they would have to cook their food themselves or find someone already cooking and willing to share. Once Mazyar retreated Zuko looked to Xue Yang and shrugged, wordlessly walking off to get himself whatever there was to cook. As far as he was concerned, their question had been answered, and there wasn't any reason to stand around and linger - besides, he was hungry.