Year Eight: Fireplace
A very nervous waiter watches two very dangerous women bicker. He really wishes they would just tell him their order.
Ty Lee loudly protests against Azula taunting her by ordering herself a glass of wine, "I'm pregnant with our first ‒"
"Only," Azula interrupts.
"Our first child!" Ty Lee exclaims.
"Our only child," Azula corrects and the waiter nods excessively. He is far too afraid to comment on those two scary princesses, and that is how those two scary princesses like it.
He scampers away without finishing the drink order. Not noticing, Azula looks at Ty Lee, whose gaze is fixated elsewhere. And looks at her longer. And longer. And longer. And…
"What is it?" Azula snaps and Ty Lee jumps.
"That fireplace is so cold and sad and lonely," she laments. Her lip begins to tremble.
"Don't cry. So help me, if you cry about a lonely fireplace I'm divorcing you forever."
Well, Ty Lee bursts into tears over that. This pregnancy thing is horrible. Azula is just glad that the hormonal spillover she has been suffering from does not make her cry like that. Cry all the time. Constantly.
"Would you stop crying if I lit the fireplace and made it… less lonely?" Azula asks, almost pained by her own words.
"Yes. I would." Ty Lee sniffles.
Azula sighs and lights the fire, while the waiter in the distance looks very scared. Ty Lee basks in the warmth and dries her tears with her dark red napkin.
"I wish all of your crying fits were that easy to stop," the princess says.
"Azula!"
