Drabble series! Yay!
This one is sort of a companion to Namesake.
I frowned. Dad looked at me with a triumphant smile, and reached over to tousle my hair.
"Sorry kid, but you'll never beat your Old Man."
"Oh, you're so full of it," Mom drawled from the couch, combing Azula's hair. "You just found someone who's worse at Pai Sho than you are. Let him win for once."
"Let him win? But then how will he learn?"
"I highly doubt that was the strategy your uncle used when teaching you."
Azula looked at me and giggled. It was the classic argument; Mom and Dad had at least three a day.
Mom removed Azula from her lap and walked over to the game board. She stood behind me, examining the pieces on my side.
"Ah, sweetie, there's where you made your fatal mistake." She pointed to the Rose tile three spaces across from the East Port. "Now, if you had done this…" She quickly rearranged the pieces into a winning strategy, describing each move. I tried to commit it to memory. Dad crossed his arms.
"Maaaaaaai, no hints! That's cheating!"
Mom ignored him. "Oh, stop it. You're pouting like a child."
"I am not!"
I winked at Azula, and she skipped out of the room to find Ursa. She wouldn't want to miss this.
"You are so."
"I wouldn't be pouting if you weren't trying to give him an unfair advantage!"
"I am trying to be a supportive parent," Mom put a hand on my shoulder, "since you're too busy basking in the glory of beating a ten-year-old at Pai Sho."
Ursa and Azula arrived, smiling at me and taking their seats on the couch. It was time.
"Hey, I know! Since Mom's questioning Dad's skills, why don't they just have a match of their own?" I grinned at my sisters. "To see, um, who would teach me better?"
Dad dropped his arms to his sides. "Now son, I'm not sure if that's the best—"
"What's this? Firelord Zuko is afraid of losing to his own wife?"
"What? No!"
"Then game on."
I took my seat in between my sisters. This would be good.