Zuko walked briskly with his hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders hunched.
"And a mountain divides them apart..."
Zuko let out a short breath through his nose and turned his head slightly towards Iroh.
"Uncle, please."
The old man rolled his eyes at his nephew and kept smiling at these new companions, even as he struggled to keep up with the young man's pace. He clapped his hands and laughed a little bit.
"Built a path to be together..."
Zuko set his jaw.
"Secret Tunnel! Secret Tunnel! Through the mountain!"
He quickened his step.
"...Go away..."
This comment only made the strange troupe's leader grin and play his guitar harder, leading up to a major crescendo in their music.
"SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL! Yeah!"
The Prince gave a little groan and walked on.