[By the time he returned, Azula had brewed the promised tea. The fish would take a little longer to finish cooking. Neither the fish nor tea were... good. But they weren't bad either.
She was used to staff. Men and women paid to feed her, clothe her, and generally make her life easy.
Her uncle would say her tea had no soul. He'd said it before, when she was younger and he'd tried to teach her the 'art.' But it was still tea and decently brewed.
She sat primly at a low table set up and bowed her head politely, resting her chin on her folded hands.]
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She was used to staff. Men and women paid to feed her, clothe her, and generally make her life easy.
Her uncle would say her tea had no soul. He'd said it before, when she was younger and he'd tried to teach her the 'art.' But it was still tea and decently brewed.
She sat primly at a low table set up and bowed her head politely, resting her chin on her folded hands.]
You're welcome.
Please, sit.