If Katara was aware of the significance of using one of Zuko's dao, she certainly wasn't dwelling on it at the moment. She was far too busy worrying about the upcoming lesson, and if she was going to make a fool out of herself like she had the first - and only - time they'd tried something similar to this before.
Her fings wrapped around the handle slightly awkwardly, although it didn't feel quite as bulky as the crossbow had felt. Foreign, yes, but not as bad as she'd feared.
Still nibbling on her lower lip, she glanced up at Zuko through her lashes. "What do I do first?" she questioned, stomach flopping slightly as she thought about the last time they'd been in the basement together. Shaking her head slightly, the braids in her hair bouncing with the movement, she re-focused on the here and now. Even if a part of her wanted nothing more than to forget about this idea and pick up the kissing where they'd left off.