Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
Lispy Lisp Lisp
"Hey, Zuko?" Katara smiled pleadingly as she leaned into the Firebender's shoulder. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Probably." His voice was bored. As usual.
"Where'd you get that lisp?"
"Huh?" The prince visibly straightened, looking indignant. "I don't have a lisp!"
"Yeah, you do," chorused five voices.
"Do not!" insisted Zuko. He glared into the fire. "What gives you that idea?"
"We can hear it now," pointed out Katara.
"I can't," retorted the boy stubbornly.
"Oh, come on, listen
to yourself," said Sokka. He drawled in an exaggerated slur:
I
don't have a lithp!"
Zuko twitched.
"It's alright, Zuko," consoled Katara. "I have problems I don't like to admit, too."
"You do?" His voice was hopeful.
The girl grinned widely. "Nope!"