A quick drive back to the suburbs and Yang and Xiaolong were finally home. They decided to keep what Yang was now calling the "air scooter rickshaw" in the garage so that, whenever they went somewhere together, it would be done in a sustainable manner appropriate for the Avatar.

They were met by Yenzing upon entering the house. "Ah, Miss Yang! I've taken the liberty of putting your staff in your room, as well as putting Paka in his enclosure. I've also changed out your bedding and gave Paka a clean blanket as well. He went right to sleep not shortly after entering."

"Yeah, he does that a lot now," Yang said, thinking about her old room. Did it still have her old toys and books there? Was the bed even long enough to fit her? It had been an adult size bed for guests when she was brought in, but she was much taller than most people now. "He's an old man now, so he doesn't have the energy he used to. And traveling like we did isn't kind to his old bones and joints."

Yenzing simply smiled. It had been a long time since he'd cared for either of them, and he was just reveling in the feeling. "What about you, Xiaolong? Do you need anything from me before I go off duty for the night?"

"No, I think we're good," Xiaolong said, taking off his coat and putting it in the closet. "Yang, do you need anything from him before he's off for the night?"

"No, I'm good," Yang said, taking off her jacket and putting it in the closet. And it was at this moment when both of them finally saw her tattoos; the air nomad arrow trailed up her arm and reaching a dragon tail before stopping. The dragon tail was part of a blue dragon, which headed up and her head stopped on her chest, with a red dragon on the opposite side, mirrored in its entirety. Down her right arm, she had the water tribe symbols for Bravery, Wisdom and Trust stylized into a couple of polar bear dogs as they headed down her arm.

"Then I'll be heading into my room then," Yenzing said, heading off toward the back of the house.

"Well, what now?" Xiaolong said.

"Got anything to drink? Whiskey? Wine? Beer?" Yang said.

"I've got a craft beer fridge in the living room," Xiaolong said, leading Yang to the room.

"So that's what that was for," Yang said, giggling slightly. "I always wondered where you kept those, because they were never in the kitchen."

Xiaolong grabbed a bottle and handed it to Yang, who used her steel ring on her right hand to pop the cap off.

"Damn," Xiaolong said as he grabbed his own beer.

"Hey, I learned how to do that when I saw six," Yang said, taking the beer to her lips and taking a sip. It had a honey malt flavor with a hint of citrus, though she couldn't place exactly which citrus it as. "Though it was mostly soda bottles I drank from. I'd only pop beer bottles' tops so I could sell the glass to the recycling center."

After sitting down, Yang decided to just get the important question out of the way. "Are you a billionaire?"

Xiaolong nearly choked on his beer before answering. "Spirits, no! I'd never hoard that much money!"

"But your company is worth $7 billion dollars a year. You're telling me you don't make a ton of money as Owner and CEO?" Yang asked, sipping from her drink.

"Yang, the reason I'm not a billionaire is because I give a LOT of my income away," Xiaolong said. "My salary is only about 30 times the amount my lowest paid employee makes. And I ensure everyone makes at least 6 figures a year. So, when they do better, I do better."

"That's…really nice of you," Yang said, not expecting this. She knew Xiaolong was a good man from personal experience, but to know that he'd this good to everyone?

"Employees are more productive when they know they're being taken care of. It's why I also provide full medical and dental coverage for workers and their families. They also get at least 4 weeks paid vacation, in addition to paid public holidays. And that's dictated by the country they live in, so my factories in the Fire Nation have different holidays than the Earth Kingdom or Republic," Xiaolong said, sipping from his drink. "I also donate a considerable portion of my income to charities, the most important being helping combat the homeless crisis."

Yang nodded, understanding Xiaolong's meaning; the homeless crisis had become very near and dear to the old man's heart after taking in Yang. Yang understood that, while she'd been taking in specifically because she was the Avatar, he realized just how tragic her situation had been growing up, and he started funding efforts to help.

"What about your sustainability levels?" Yang asked. "How are you helping out with the climate crisis?"

Xiaolong only smiled. He'd had this conversation before, and he was proud of what Dragons Unlimited was doing for the planet.

"First off, any wood we utilize is from our own tree farms. For every tree we cut, we plant two to replace it. And we make sure they've had enough seasons to seed before harvesting," Xiaolong said, sipping at his beer. "Additionally, all of our plastics are bioplastics. Not only because doing so creates renewable resources, but using plant-based plastics is safer for children."

"What do you mean?" Yang asked.

"Well, petroleum-based plastics can be toxic if a child swallows them, so using plant-based plastics is far safer," Xiaolong said. "In fact, the only thing that's not sustainable is our metal mining. But we do try to purchase high quality recycled metals whenever possible."

Yang nodded and headed into her next question. "What about your carbon credits?"

"You know about carbon credits?" Xiaolong said, taken aback. He took a sip of his beer and continued. "Well, we're actually very careful about our carbon output. All of our factories that produce carbon pollutants are either in areas with woods or have algae farms if they require water. We're actually as carbon negative as possible."

"So, you sell your excess carbon credits," Yang said, sadly. She knew something had to be wrong with how Xiaolong operated, and this was it.

"Actually, no," Xiaolong said, causing Yang to choke slightly on her drink. "My refusal to sell those carbon credits is the biggest reason we're carbon negative. Of course, my competitors are NOT happy with that."

"What do they do, send assassins after you?" Yang said, playfully. However, her face drooped when she saw Xiaolong's stone cold face. "Raava help me, you've dealt with assassins."

"Only once," Xiaolong said, finishing his beer and grabbing another out of the fridge. "My would-be assassin turned against his employer after realizing who I am."

"And who are you to the world?" Yang asked, getting her own beer out of the fridge. "I mean, I know who you are to me, but who are you to the world?"

"A soft-hearted man," Xiaolong said with a smile. "Though not a weak one."

They continued to talk as they got drunker and drunker, until Xiaolong finally bit the bullet and asked the one question he'd been most curious about. "Do you have any more piercings?"

"Yep," Yang said, smiling as she took a sip of her beer.

The words just hung in the air before Xiaolong realized what was going on. "You're not going to tell me where, are you?"

"Nope," Yang said, laughing. "I will show you my other tattoos, though." She then stood up and lifted up her shirt to show a white lotus flower on her left side, and a badger mole on her right, as well as her six-pack abs. She then turned around and lifted up the back of her shirt and showed not only a strong, muscular back, but the symbols of all five nations; the irregular hendecagon of the United Republic, with the symbols of the elemental nations in the four cardinal directions, Air to the North, Water to the East, Earth to the South and Fire to the West, very much fitting the order she learned the elements. She pulled her shirt back down and turned back to Xiaolong, who was taken aback.

"You've really gotten muscular over the years," Xiaolong blurted out.

"Yeah, I've been weightlifting since I was 18," Yang said. "A friend from the Earth Kingdom suggested that strong muscles would help with earthbending. I don't entirely agree, but I AM happy with the results."

They continued to talk and drink for a couple more hours before Yang realized just how drunk Xiaolong was getting. She helped him into his bedroom and got him out of his clothes before getting him under the covers. Knowing he was going to be hung over tomorrow, she brought a glass of water and a couple of pain killers and set them on his nightstand before turning out the light, as she knew how bad his hangover would be in the morning.

As Yang headed into her room, she finally realized how drunk SHE was. But she knew she'd be fine. Sure, she might have a headache in the morning, which is why she grabbed her own water and painkillers, but she knew she'd recover a LOT faster than Xiaolong.

She opened the door to her room and was finally given her answer from earlier; yes, it was exactly as she remembered it. Everything was as she left it 16 years earlier. All the books, all the toys, all of it was exactly the same. She smiled as she sat down on her bed. She kicked off her boots and stripped out of her day's clothes before putting on a clean tank top and some pajama pants. She plugged in her phone for charging, and then laid back on her bed, happy that it was large enough for her to sleep comfortably. For the first time in years, she had no agenda, no schedule for the next day.

She turned off the light and pulled the covers over her. Days like this were going to be rare going forward, as her duty to the world would take her far and wide and force a great deal of responsibility upon her. But right now, she'd have the chance to relax.