AN: Takes place during "bitter work."
"I made you some tea, Uncle," Zuko said. Iroh cradled his bandaged arm, still injured from their run-in with Azula the day prior.
"Thank you, Zuko." Iroh gratefully took a cup from the tray. If there was anything that could heal him, it was tea. (Well, besides professional medical treatment, that was. Iroh was too wise to be a follower of alternative medicine.)
"I tasted it already. It's just like how you make it, but I feel a little funny." Zuko rubbed his head, looking completely out of it.
Iroh noted his red eyes and relatively calm demeanor. For Zuko, "calm" was any level of not actively losing his shit.
He glanced into the cup and sniffed the liquid within.
"Nephew, this is marijuana."
AN: Inspired by a text post on tumblr. With the amount of weed in this fic y'all really thought I was gonna go all of 4/20 month without bringing it up?
