Recipe For Disaster
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Etiquette on the Floor
"And one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two--" Iroh began, clapping his hands at the new number and beat.
"OW!" Katara squealed, breaking apart from Zuko, then swatting him in the arm with her hand.
"What was that for?!" He snapped.
"You stepped on my foot. More like trampled it. Cheap shot, much?" She retorted irritably, then sat down to rub her foot.
"I don't think this is going to work, General Iroh. The two have too many issues--" Bumi began.
"No, King Bumi, my apologies, but the two must work out their issues. Dancing is proven to be stress relieving. I'm sure this will help." Hikari replied, scribbling in her notebook.
"Pffh..." He scoffed, then left the room, with arguments in the background.
"If big foot here would ease up off the stomping--"
"Suck it up. I didn't hurt you that much!"
"Maybe I should trample your foot and tell you to suck it up!"
"Bring it on!"
"I will!"
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