Aww, Zuko! I love that boy. <3 I was kinda tempted to write him getting drunk with Toph and trading drinking songs, but perhaps another day. Or you can write that for me, if you like. :D?
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Aang was fidgeting.
Zuko had never paid Uncle Iroh much attention during his many rhapsodies about the Art of Tea, but apparently enough sunk in through simple constant exposure that Zuko had squawked in outrage (a noble, dignified sort of squawking, no matter what Sokka said) at this morning's tea-making travesty.
They were boiling the tea leaves with the water. It was not his fault.
So here they were – Aang squirming impatiently across the fire, and Zuko, channeling his uncle and trying not to miss him so hard it hurt.
"Watch carefully," he said, and began to set out the tea leaves.
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Date: 2010-01-18 08:54 am (UTC)***
Aang was fidgeting.
Zuko had never paid Uncle Iroh much attention during his many rhapsodies about the Art of Tea, but apparently enough sunk in through simple constant exposure that Zuko had squawked in outrage (a noble, dignified sort of squawking, no matter what Sokka said) at this morning's tea-making travesty.
They were boiling the tea leaves with the water. It was not his fault.
So here they were – Aang squirming impatiently across the fire, and Zuko, channeling his uncle and trying not to miss him so hard it hurt.
"Watch carefully," he said, and began to set out the tea leaves.