[OOM: Everybody has their own ways of coping when someone's broken their heart.
Zuko's involves heavy exertion and exhausting himself.]
He came back this morning; a flash of magic and he was here with a duffel bag and some crates, which were hauled upstairs, where he vanished for a good part of the day.
Now he's back: Marching down the stairs with crates filled with stuff. It's marched right out the door out behind the bar. One, two, three crates are marched out a good ways from the bar, to a nice clear spot somewhere between the inlet that leads to the ocean and the shooting range. Good and flat here.
You see, when someone is practically living with you, they tend to leave a lot of stuff behind. Stephanie's things fill those small crates. So, is this the Milliways version of leaving your ex's stuff on the lawn? Yeah, maybe a little. But he's not done yet. After all, there's still that duffel bag...
...and nobody does 'I've been hurt and now I'm upset' like Prince Zuko.
From the duffel bag comes two tin containers with spouts -- igniter fluid. The crates are doused (even if it's not really NEEDED) and a swift motion later, they're on fire.
He folds his arms and watches them burn. After all -- in the Fire Nation, this is what they do with trash. Zuko ought to know -- he's been treated like garbage before. He's gotten used to it. But that doesn't mean that he's not the son of Ozai, brother to Azula.
Prince Zuko can be vengeful, when pressed.