"It's poisonous, Uncle — it can't be made into tea. I asked."
He recognizes that inspection and follows Iroh's train of thought without the man needing to say anything at all. Zuko had foresight for once. But he huffs, sweeping the room in long, quick strides to collapse on the couch as if it were his own home, resting his arms behind his head and talking to the ceiling instead of looking at Iroh when he speaks.
"And by everyone, I dunno, my friends, people I know — it's just come up a lot lately... Hikaru, mostly, I guess. He's trying to play matchmaker, I can tell."
He says it with some derision, some dismissiveness, but Iroh knows Zuko all too well enough to hear there's also some tone of endearment in there, amusement, fondness... Zuko can complain about it, but from the sounds of it, he's letting it happen anyway.
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Date: 2021-05-29 09:35 am (UTC)He recognizes that inspection and follows Iroh's train of thought without the man needing to say anything at all. Zuko had foresight for once. But he huffs, sweeping the room in long, quick strides to collapse on the couch as if it were his own home, resting his arms behind his head and talking to the ceiling instead of looking at Iroh when he speaks.
"And by everyone, I dunno, my friends, people I know — it's just come up a lot lately... Hikaru, mostly, I guess. He's trying to play matchmaker, I can tell."
He says it with some derision, some dismissiveness, but Iroh knows Zuko all too well enough to hear there's also some tone of endearment in there, amusement, fondness... Zuko can complain about it, but from the sounds of it, he's letting it happen anyway.