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Fire Lord Zuko rested his forehead on his palm as he contemplated the complicated plans he had for the nation. As he had been doing for the past 5 hours.
"Argh! How am I supposed to figure out where to place the stronghold where there is a stupid town in the best place!?" He reasoned as Zuko slapped his forehead.
"Right. This is going nowhere. I'll ask Uncle for some advice at The Jasmine Dragon." So Zuko laid his half-finished plans on the empty meeting table and set out after Uncle Iroh.
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"Zuko! It's been quite a while since you visited your uncle! How are your plans going? Well or not so well?" Iroh said as he shuffled around the tea-shop brewing new concoctions.
"Look Uncle, I don't have any time to waste trying your new tea leaf juices. I need advice on what to do with a small village in the way of my plans. Bandits often come through the town by the narrow-"
Iroh placed his finger over Zuko's mouth and pulled out a chair and led him to sit down.
"Why the hurry? I heard that your plans are due next month! Sit down, don't block the doorway like that!"
"No need! I just need a yes or no ?"
Zuko pushed the chair back in and placed his hand over his chin.
"This is just what I need-a stubborn and grumpy fire Lord with the fire nation in his hands! His mood swings never end well, I need to find a way to cheer him up!" Iroh thought hard. And was rewarded with a smug smile.
With Zuko concentrating hard on his train of thought, Iroh slipped into the kitchen and brewed his favourite tea and added a teaspoon of cactus juice. (You remember Sokka finding this in the desert?)
With persuasive words, Iroh convinced Zuko to sit down and drink up.
"Well I guess I can rest a while before revamping my plans…"
"This cactus thingy is really doing the job!" Iroh thought.
"Alright. I'll go back to the palace and take a break… and cook up a feast for Aang and Katara and Sokka when they visit… yummy!" Now Iroh noticed Zuko started to reassemble Sokka with every minute that past, which was much more than Iroh expected. His goofy smile, his dreamy eyes and now the rubbing of his belly. Suddenly Zuko's hand shot right up like a rocket.
" I will make the most scrum-diddly-yum-shish feast for my friends in al-l-l-l-l the fire nation!" Exclaimed the drugged Zuko. Iroh bit his lip in worry- maybe a teaspoon was a tad too much after all…
So Iroh personally led Zuko back to the palace, holding him by the hand and ignoring the girls screams of delight and the small crowd that greeted them and decided a message to Sokka, Aang and the rest of Zuko's friends to babysit him while the effect wears off.
"Uncle, do you know where Sokka is? I think I need him to give me cooking advice." Slurred Zuko.
Zuko was staying in his private lounge while sipping Green tea and mumbling meaningless sentences; well untill now. Iroh's eyes perked open and fought to hold down a meschevious grin.
"Why not Katara nephew? You said she was a brilliant cook at the Western Air Temple? Mmmm?"