A/N: Yeah, it so was going to be over with, but then somebody (you know who you are) suggested that I do a few more chapters with Iroh and Sokka's viewpoint. Then the plot bunnies attacked and ate my soul for breakfast. There are going to be a lot more drabbles to come, I just have to write them. Expect Sokka, Zula, Ozai, Aunt Wu, Meng, Aang again, Bato, Yue, Sokka and Katara's father, maybe their mother's ghost, and King Bumi's (and possibly some Unmatchmaker characters as well) point of view coming as well. I can't promise when I'll be able to update, as it probably won't be that often, but I'll try.

Also, it's my seventeenth birthday this Sunday, and I GOT A CAR! W00T!

Maybe---Iroh

It was a crazy thought, but Iroh thought that, maybe, Prince Zuko was in love.

The old man laughed at himself. It was just so silly. I mean, he knew the sort of boy Zuko was. Zuko was not the sort of boy to fall in love easily. In fact, Iroh thought, you'd probably have to drug the poor boy to get him to feel any sort of romantic notion towards anyone.

And yet, the way he's been acting, you'd think he was in love.

Or maybe…

Iroh grinned. It just got better.

…Or maybe his nephew had a crush, which made it all the more endearing in the long run.

The poor Prince was trying his hardest to hide it, too. It was working, too, for the most part. But nothing got past Iroh. A shy blush that would escape on to the Prince's face whenever the young water tribe girl was mentioned was all the indication the crazed Uncle needed in order to "set his nephew right".

But first, he decided rather shortly, he would have to meet this water girl. See what sort of person she was, see if she would, in time, make a good Fire Lady. And most importantly, see if she was capable of birthing children.

After all, Zuko was the closest thing Iroh had left to as a son, and he wanted grandbabies, damnit.

Which explained why he was here, sipping tea with the poor, confused girl.

"Hello my dear." Iroh said pleasantly, sipping his tea quietly. Katara turned around swiftly, her eyes widening.

"You!" She gasped. "Your…" She stopped. "What's your name again?"

Iroh smiled. "I don't believe we've ever been properly introduced anyway. My name is Iroh, but you can call me Uncle, if you wish."

"Uncle." She said starring. "Well, Uncle, I'm Katara." She said, bowing politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Katara." Iroh bowed his own head in response. "Won't you have some tea? It's lovely, here."

Katara smiled. "I was always told not to have tea with my arch enemy, thank you very much." She then looked around the teahouse curiously. "Is Zuko here?" She asked, almost a bit too excitedly.

"Not at the moment, no." Iroh explained. "He's on our ship at the moment, practicing." He took a long gulp of his tea, savoring the Jasmine flavoring. "I do wish you would join me for a cup of tea. Zuko never does, and I could use some company."

Katara gave him a sad smile. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a cup, would it?" She sat across from the old man, pouring herself some of his Jasmine tea. She stared off distantly, as if distracted by something in the teahouse.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Iroh asked, noticing her blank stare. This was perfect---he could not have planned to meet the object of Zuko's affection any better than right now.

She sighed softly. "I'm afraid I've hurt one of my friends."

Iroh raised his eyebrow. "How so?"

"I told him…the truth. About how I feel. He—" She stopped, biting her lip nervously. "He didn't take it well at all."

"Hmm." Iroh muttered, sipping his tea curiously. "We're you expecting him to?"

Katara stared at her tea glass. "No, I guess not."

"Go on." Iroh prodded, offering her a warm smile. She returned it sorrowfully.

"I---I, he, uh, well…" She paused, words failing her. "He loves me. But—"

"But you don't love him?" Iroh offered.

She shook her head. "No, I do love him! Just—"

"Not that way?" She nodded sadly.

"I'm just afraid I've ruined our friendship because I'm not willing to give it a chance." She said tiredly. "It's just---I don't like him that way! And yet—it's difficult…"

"…Because you still want to be friends?" Iroh laughed. This girl was getting more interesting the long he spoke with her.

"Of course I do." She said quietly. "Aang's my friend. My best friend. He always has been. I just…I can't make myself fall in love!"

"Of course not!" Iroh laughed heartedly. "My dear, you could soon choose who you fall in love with as you could change the color of your eyes! There is no need to fret so much."

Katara frowned. "I know, I just feel bad about it."

Iroh raised an eyebrow. "I take it your friend is not the only one in the picture, then, I suppose?" Finally, he was getting to the juicy parts!

Katara's face turned a beautiful shade of pink. "I—no, I just…No, well…yes…." She stammered before stopping. "Maybe."

Iroh smiled, liking this girl just a bit more. "Maybe is always a good thing."