Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar, I wouldn't have done that to Jet. In fact, many of you know what I would have done, because you've read Worth Fighting For, haven't you?
AN: No, I'm not dead. Sick with some kind of flu, (likely caused by nerves) which is why I actually have the time to type this out. Once again, I've got to transfer every last letter from my laptop, so it's slow going. I thank you all for waiting for my updates.
AN2: The scoop on this: Once upon a time, in early October, my friend Kya and I were at a dance and discussing Avatar, and she mentiones something that made me think FANFICTION. But I wasn't sure how exactly I wanted to execute it. So I wrote several, based off the same scenario. Thus the name. No two chapters are interconnected. In fact, they are several different ways that the same scenario could have played out. The first set (I hope that I'll have more prompts like this) is based on the Tea Shop.
AN3: Sorry about the mixup. This is the real first scenario. Please forgive me.
.Scenario.
"I hear they have the best tea in Ba Sing Sei at this shop," Sokka said, leading his friends through the crowded streets, ignoring the Dai Lee informants that glanced their way.
"That's not saying much," Toph said with a shrug. "The tea around here isn't exactly first rate."
"We all know you've had better," Katara pointed out lightly, "But the locals can't really afford to be as refined as you used to be back home."
"That's not what I was talking about," the blind girl said quietly, and if her friends heard, they didn't understand. They hadn't met the old man—not really—and there was no way they could have known, so she let it drop.
Not wanting to spite Sokka's efforts, she followed along, ready at least to give the shop a try. They stepped inside, nearly diving into a pool of conversation and clinking teacups and slurps and sips and sighs and aromas that made her mouth water and summoned an odd familiarity because it couldn't, couldn't be.
Toph immediately decided that she liked this shop.
In one corner, she sensed a pleasant weight, the cheerful, bouncy girth kept only by those who enjoyed eating and sharing their food with everyone they could find. But it wasn't until she heard the voice that she trotted to the front of the shop, cutting her way through the crowd, and nearly climbed onto the front counter to listen more closely as he spoke. She could hear a smile in his voice.
"Toph," Iroh said. "What a wonderful surprise to see you here!"
