[Accidental voice post]

[whitelotustea]

I must maintain serenity. Sleep is not the portal to the r-real. It [chokes] has no-

[whimpers]

Zuko. I'm so sorry, Zuko.

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[permavoice]

[stoutteapot]

...Sir?

[whitelotustea]

O-oh! Oh my, I am sorry.

Mrs. Potts, was it?

[stoutteapot]

Yes, sir. Are you all right?

[whitelotustea]

Oh, don't worry about an old man and the dreams of his naps.

[scaronhisface]

...What?

[whitelotustea]

What?

Who is this?

[scaronhisface]

Sorry, it was just hard to ignore a post like that.

I'm Kovu.

[whitelotustea]

Ah, I see.

Well, you see, I did not mean to post that. So, yes. That will be all.

[sceadu_gemynd]

No, but it can seem as if it is.

[whitelotustea]

[Iroh responds almost as if the previous statement were a challenge]

Even if they were, it is our own life that dictates what we imagine.

[sceadu_gemynd]

Of course.

[whitelotustea]

I do not mean to offend or intrude, but you sound almost confident with your knowledge on the subject. Could you shed a little light on the situation?

[throwtheroses]

Zuko...?

[whitelotustea]

You know him?

[throwtheroses]

Yea, I became friends with him here before he disappeared. We both were gonna explore some of the levels in the castle here. You know him too?

[whitelotustea]

I am his uncle. We spent a lot of time together during his exile.

[voice]

[meerkatmama]

You okay, Iroh?

[voice]

[whitelotustea]

Oh! Hello, Ma!

I am just fine. Just an old man and his naps.

[voice]

[meerkatmama]

Are you sure? If there's anything I can do...

[voice]

[whitelotustea]

I promise, I do not think there is much any one could do.

I just wish sleep was not so hard to come by.