Mikaela wished she had someone like that in her life. Oh, granted, she had her mother, but they weren't all that close. She had thought Sam was going to turn out to be someone of importance, too, but that clearly hadn't worked out like she'd hoped it would. Maybe she was just destined to be alone. It was a disheartening thought, but not one she hadn't entertained before.
"Fifteen minutes until midnight," she commented idly, with a glance at the television, before looking back to Zuko with a hint of a smile. "It's supposed to be a celebration of new things to come. The excitement of another year, wondering what it may bring." She rolled her eyes and raised the cup to her lips. "I always thought it was a little stupid, myself."
Taking a sip, she once more looked back to the prince. "Maybe it's a good thing your uncle isn't here," she suggested, changing the subject back to him. It was easier to talk about him. Less focus on herself, after all. "It really gives you a chance to stand on your own."