Tea time! Iroh smiled. He lived for the hour when the bell would ring on deck, the soldiers would switch out their posts, and he would make his way down to the kitchens to order some hot tea.
Ginseng, preferably.
The old general honestly didn't understand why Zuko never seemed to appreciate the delicate tastes and sensations of a well brewed cup of tea. True, some types of tea were, in a word, disgusting. But he was a general, a conousier, the kings brother! He wouldn't drink just any kinds of tea, no, only the best for our dear uncle Iroh.
Iroh hummed softly to himself, entering the galley quietly. He looked around for the attendant that normally made his tea, walking over to the young kitchen hand. The younger man glanced up and nodded, straitening from his sitting position and holding out the tea tray in front of him.
"Ginseng tea, general. Just as you wanted." The man grunted, "To the meeting room, as usual?"
The old general nodded and watched as the man stepped outside the kitchen,
"Hold on, I forgot something." Iroh said, grabbing the mans shoulder. The firebender looked around, checking to make sure that Zuko was nowhere in sight. He then took out a small triangular packet and dumped the powdery contents into Zuko's tea cup. The liquid fizzed for a few seconds and then calmed down, returning to its normal color and consistency.
The serving man looked at Iroh. "What are you putting in the prince's tea?" he asked, a little afraid.
"His medication, it's to keep him calm." Iroh said, snapping out his orange fan and waving it at the man, indicating that he should continue on upstairs.
The kitchen hand shook his head. "Put in a double dose, one doesn't seem to be working."