"This is unacceptable!" Zuko shouted. "We stopped to restock the ship less than a month ago!"
"And you fought an Agni Kai against one of your father's generals. As you may remember we left in a bit of a hurry, Prince Zuko," Iroh explained.
Zuko stormed off to the other side of the deck and Iroh sipped his tea. Zuko might not be willing to accept it, but their search for the Avatar was going nowhere and they had no reason to avoid pulling into port and restocking the ship. It would do the crew good to walk around and have a few moments peace without being told that their ability to perform their work directly translated to how quickly their prince could regain his honour.
Zuko was in no mood to walk through a market and haggle prices—most of his trading consisted of burning down what he didn't want and taking what was left over—which left the duties of restocking the ship to Iroh. Iroh shook his head. Somehow he had a feeling that this relaxing day was already becoming more stressful than usual.