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[OOM: Before the door opens, Zuko endures some sleepless nights. Hinted spoilers for 3.6; The Avatar and the Fire Lord.]
It is a mussy-haired, shadow-eyed Zuko that comes through the door with a duffle bag over one shoulder. He pauses briefly in the doorway for a near jaw-cracking yawn, before he lets the door shut behind him.
Bar seems to anticipate his desire -- a hearty breakfast and coffee is provided before he even gets over to her to ask for it. "Thanks. Though the door vanishing was a dirty trick, you know."
She doesn't give an answer for that -- after all, it's not her fault. He doesn't argue it; he takes his plate to a booth, and begins to eat. He may be tired, but his stomach overrides his need for rest. Food first. Maybe nap later.
[Tiny Tag That Could: Dinah Lance]
It is a mussy-haired, shadow-eyed Zuko that comes through the door with a duffle bag over one shoulder. He pauses briefly in the doorway for a near jaw-cracking yawn, before he lets the door shut behind him.
Bar seems to anticipate his desire -- a hearty breakfast and coffee is provided before he even gets over to her to ask for it. "Thanks. Though the door vanishing was a dirty trick, you know."
She doesn't give an answer for that -- after all, it's not her fault. He doesn't argue it; he takes his plate to a booth, and begins to eat. He may be tired, but his stomach overrides his need for rest. Food first. Maybe nap later.
[Tiny Tag That Could: Dinah Lance]