Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
That's Gotta Hurt
Iroh watched the couple from a safe distance. They're so cute together, squealed one part of his mind. And perfect for each other, it added.
Zuko and Katara were arguing about something or another. Hehehe, Iroh chuckled. She's got guts, I'll give her that. The Water Tribe girl was up in a bewildered Zuko's face, hair flying free as she stamped her foot and gestured wildly around her. Zuko raised his hands as if trying to placate her, then, as Katara's ranting continued, proceed to turn red in the face and return it with a very frustrated, very explosive series of shouts and yells. Iroh couldn't hear much, but what he did hear was laced with words he would rather not repeat.
Oh, dear, thought Iroh, as the at-first frozen Katara began visibly twitching in fury. Zuko's not handling this very well. Maybe I ought to-
But he couldn't, because there was a sudden, high-pitched yell of pain, and he blinked just in time to see his nephew collapse to the ground, clutching at his unmentionables.
Iroh shook his head sadly as Katara stormed off. Zuko was left groaning in pain on the cold dirt.
There go the grandkids.