A Cup Full of Poison
A/N: Here's is some random trivia:- this is my second fan fiction story featuring coffee. Not that this fact really matters in your life ever. I'm just bored, and I love Iroh. Plus, I'm rambling because I can.
Haha.
"What is this treason?" Iroh questioned, looking at a cup filled with swirling liquid. It appeared to be watered-down tar, because it was black and it smelled weird. His eyes traveled up to his nephew. "What are you making me drink?"
"Just try it, Uncle. It's called coffee, and it's delicious!"
"It smells vile and it looks vile and I'm sure it tastes vile."
"Just have one small sip, that's all I'm asking. If you don't like it, I'll take the rest of the beans back to the Fire Nation when I leave."
"You got an entire bag of coffee beans into a tea-shop!?" Iroh cried, scandalized. "That's like...that's like...That's like...wanting to breathe water and not air!"
Zuko rolled his eyes. "Just one sip. Besides, the Jasmine Dragon's passed closing time...no worries."
"I will not betray my beverage for this...this...drink." He spat the word out like an insult.
"You haven't even tasted it yet!"
"I don't have to. Look at it."
"I know, it looks great."
"It does not, and I will not drink it." Iroh crossed his arms like a petulant child being forced to have medicine.
"Uncle, one sip. For me. I drank all that tea, all those years, and you can't have one little sip for me?" Zuko made his most adorable puppy-eyed expression that only Iroh had the privilege to witness. It always melted the old man's heart like ice kept out in the sun.
Iroh turned away. "No."
"Please? Please? For me?" Zuko sighed in apparently sorrow.
The Dragon of the West buckled. "I don't know how you make me do such things, Zuko, but be warned that I do not appreciate it one bit." With that, Uncle Iroh, legendary general and even more legendary tea-lover took one small, slow sip of coffee.
He gagged and rasped and pushed the cup away. "That was terrible!" And then he made a huge scene about it for half an hour.
In the coming days, he'd tell everyone who'd listen, "It's poison! A cup full of poison!"
However, when Zuko was about to leave, he casually told his nephew. "Leave that bag of coffee beans behind, if you want. I don't want you to carry the unnecessary weight."
And when no-one was watching, Iroh sat down with a hot cup full of poison.
A/N: What?! Iroh, a coffee drinker?! Apocalypse has struck!