Hot Leaf Juice
Iroh watched the group of teens standing in his shop. Destiny was truly peculiar, he thought to himself, seeing his nephew sitting next to the Avatar he had hunted for three years. His musings were interrupted quickly.
"Uncle! Please, take a seat, relax! I shall brew the next pot for us all!" Iroh smiled, seating himself near the group of friends. The Avatar's lemur clambered onto the table, sitting next to him.
"Ah, Momo, my friend, how times change." Zuko returned with a cup for him. He sipped calmly. And gagged. While times had changed, Zuko's brewing skills had not.