The best tea in Ba Sing Se is brewed, now as ever, by a man named Mushi. "I can't believe you're still calling yourself that," his visiting nephew protests.

"Reputation in business is very important," the old man replies, pouring just enough water over the jasmine-scented leaves in the warm pot. "Everyone knows Mushi the tea-maker. Besides, it is bad luck to refuse a gift."

"'Gift?' What gift?"

"It was you who gave me the name Mushi, my nephew," Iroh reminds him gently.

Zuko bows his head over the serving tray. His cup is empty, but his heart is full.