Nimadge prompted: So, how about frustrated Katara having tea with uncle Iroh?
Tea Time
"You look stressed," Iroh said. He appeared out of nowhere, sidling up beside Katara as she paced one of the many halls of the Fire Palace. She'd thought it was empty and abandoned. There were plenty of places that someone as unnoticeable as Katara could vanish to. So many rooms were left empty after Ozai's most stalwart supporters fled Zuko's new reign.
Yet still, Iroh had found her. Katara sighed and tried to summon a smile. She could tell from the way he raised an eyebrow that it wasn't terribly convincing. "Yeah, I guess you could say so," she breathed.
Iroh chuckled and extended his elbow. "There are many things to be worried about, but I am certain that at least a few can be helped by some freshly brewed jasmine tea," he suggested. "Please, join me."
Katara struggled with a thousand different tiny excuses, but in the end she took his arm. Iroh brought them to a small, elegantly decorated dining room. The serving boy who approached them didn't even blink at Katara. He placed a fresh set of earthenware cups in front of them before quickly stepping away through a hidden panel door. Iroh cheerfully led the conversation, explaining how he had come to meet the artist who created the set while he was in Ba Sing Se.
She let him continue to explain his first time trying jasmine tea, back when he was a young man and "skinnier than a skunk-weasel." It was nice, sitting on a comfortable cushion, laughing as Iroh pantomimed and exaggerated every emotion from the memory. He didn't press and ask her to explain why she was avoiding anyone. Katara was allowed to relax, smile, and be a normal person.