The Worst Pies In Ba Sing Se

Zuko walked down Yin Street. In the past fifteen years it had never seemed so bleak and dark. He walked towards a shop.

"Mrs. Raven's Meat Pie shop"

He then looked at the room above the shop. He walked in it and he saw a counter in the middle of the room near a door. There was another room full of tables in it. Just then a grey skinned woman who was about fifty-two years old with a black dress and a black cloak carrying a bunch of ingredients. This was no doubt Mrs. Raven. Zuko tapped Raven on the shoulder to let her know that there was someone is the shop. Raven looked at Zuko.

"A customer!", gasped Raven in surprise and happiness.

Zuko turned around but was stopped by Raven.

Wait! What's your rush?
What's your hurry?
You gave me such a...
fright! I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can't ya sit?
Sit ya down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head's a little vague.
Ugh!
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague.
From the way that people
keep avoiding!
No you don't!
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale!
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can hardly blame them!
These are probably the worst pies in Ba Sing Se.
I know why nobody cares to take them!
I should know!
I make them!
But good? No...
The worst pies in Ba Sing Se...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in Ba Sing Se!
If you doubt it take a bite!

Raven handed Zuko a rather disgusting looking meat pie. Zuko took a bite and then put his hand over his mouth.

Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here drink this, you'll need it.
The worst pies in Ba Sing Se
And no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Men'd think it was a treat
findin' poor
animals
what are dyin' in the street.
Madam Lizel has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her!
What I calls,
enterprise!
Poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm telling you them pussycats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in Ba Sing Se.
Only lard and nothing more-
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting!
And tastes like...we'll pity.
A woman alone...with limited wind
And the worst pies in Ba Sing Se!
Ah, sir
Times is hard.
Times is hard.