The day seemed to drag on forever, customers rotating in and out of the Pao Family Tea House. Sure “Lee” could spark up some conversation with the tea-sipping patrons, but he isn’t really one for small talk. The tips sure are nice though, I mean who would give a lanky teenage tea server two gold pieces in the lower ring for a single cup of jasmine tea? You don’t see that everyday. Then of course there were the regulars. Some chic with braids who quietly sips on her tea all afternoon, a young man who seems to always have his nose buried in his studies, an old woman who seems to have an “all-knowing” glint in her eye. Sure it’s nice to see some familiar faces, but there’s many other places around to get a cup, Zuko’s pretty sure they like the tea here.
Finally the day starts to grind to a halt, and the tea house begins to clear out. Zuko stands at the counter, not expecting any more orders to come in since it’s 5 minutes until closing. Much to his dismay the elderly lady walks up to the counter with something in her hand.
“May I help you ma’am?” Zuko begins.
“You don’t have to call me ma’am, Lee. I’m pretty sure we know each other well enough. You can call me Kenjin, dearie. ” She smiles warmly.
“Thanks, Mrs. Kenjin. Now what would you like?”
“I just wanted to thank you for your hard work, so I’ve baked you some homemade honey-buns.” She says as she shoves a small box in is arms.
“Um- thank you Mrs. Kenjin- but you really didn’t… have to…” Zuko looks up and she’s gone. Confused, Zuko opens the lid to the small woven basket revealing two buns.
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