"Here's your tea, sir."
"Thank you."
Zuko served him the tea with proper decorum, looking every bit the part. Kahn forced himself to keep his expression steady and thanked him.
He took a small sip of the hot tea, its familiar flavor giving him a sense of warmth. But watching Iroh and Zuko bustling about behind the counter and out front, Kahn simply could not imagine what the two of them had gone through to end up like this.
If Ozai learned that these two were bringing such disgrace upon the Fire Nation's royal family, he would probably be so furious that he would send troops to attack Omashu overnight and have them cut into a thousand pieces.
Kahn could not help the corners of his mouth curling upward. Just imagining that scene was amusing.
Still, seeing the scar over Zuko's left eye, he understood that this world's Zuko had probably suffered the same ordeal and had probably been banished from the Fire Nation as well.
On closer inspection, he also discovered that this world's Iroh looked more weathered than the Iroh in his own world. He had probably spent no small amount of time worrying about Zuko.
Was Zuko still following Ozai's orders and hunting down the Avatar?
But seeing how at peace Zuko seemed, he felt that probably was not the case. Besides, Iroh was happily brewing tea beside him and looked very satisfied with their current circumstances.
Though he had few clues, Kahn was in no hurry to seek answers. Sipping his tea and watching the two bustle around the shop, he relaxed for the first time in ages.
Despite being in a foreign land, at this moment, he felt as though he had come home.
He sat leisurely like that all morning. As lunchtime approached, the