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[Iroh is hard at work, scrubbing the kitchen floor. He hums cheerfully to himself, but his eyes are sunken and he moves with unusual slowness. So much pain and suffering among his young friends, and his wisdom can do nothing for them. Youthful blood runs too hot

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[Jet comes in the room in somewhat of a daze. Sleep? What is that? He hasn't gotten any since this event started. The sight of Iroh doesn't bother him much, but it never really does. It's a presence that can usually be ignored. Sitting at the table, he sighs and takes a sip from his cup, grimacing as he does. Cold tea was getting gross.

He speaks without looking at Iroh.]

Hey...know if there's any more tea?

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No, I don't have any tea.

[Like he'd tell Jet about his secret stash. Visions or no visions.

When he closes his eyes, he sees the Dai Li make his move.]

There's some mint growing by the front porch. If you pick a few sprigs, I can make you tea from that.

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[fn_rebel]

Huh.

[He arches a skeptical brow. Of course Iroh is a liar because he's a firebender, but he's not a very good one. If anyone in this place had tea, it was the old man.

But he doesn't have the energy to argue, so instead he nods, heads out to the porch and picks what he's told to. He comes back and drops it on the table, plopping back down in the chair and folding his hands in his lap.]

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[Iroh calls after him] Just a sprig! Not the whole plant!

[When Jet comes back, he takes the mint leaves and begins preparing the tea.]

What is the last thing you remember from home?

[He doesn't want to ask, but the question comes out anyway.]

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[Sokka is sneaking through the back yards of the houses at Queen Anne's Row. He stumbles over some of his old projects at #4 and cuts through #5 to make it back out to the street (maybe hoping to steal a meal on the way through). When he makes it into the kitchen his arms full of clothes, an empty soup bowl balanced on top.]

[He really isn't expecting to run into anyone, so he's surprised to see the old man. At least his face is healing some and he doesn't feel so awkward about the black eye.]

Do you want me to do that, Iroh? It won't bother me -- I can do it up pretty quickly.

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[Iroh doesn't look up from scrubbing.]

It's fine. I enjoy the work.

[He looks up at Sokka, not yet registering the injuries]

How are you doing?

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[Sokka shrugs and his bowl slides off the pile and rolls harmlessly around after landing on the floor. He quickly dips down to pick it up.] I'm okay. [Short and to the point.]

It's pretty... creepy out there. How are you doing?

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Oh, I'm fine. Just a little under the weather.

Have you heard from Suki?