"I, uh—" he stammers in his surprise, not knowing the answer to what he wants but looking to Gokudera as he instructs him; Zuko sets the tsungi horn down, heaving the instrument over his head and moving tentatively with a tone of voice to match. "Sure... Thanks. Um— I'm sure whatever you're having is good..." Meaning, give him anything. Water, soda, tea, wine, he's preoccupied.
He's gazing at Uri in the tree now, dawdling a brief moment to collect himself instead of heading straight to the table, before hearing a hollow scritching and scratching from beneath the downturned basin of the horn. And it's a good thing he dawdled and hung around a second, too... He lifts the horn partway up to leave a sliver of space, and from within, a small red dragon emerges... looking a bit frantic, really, about being forgotten and trapped inside a horn, um, rude, Zuko. But it's partly Zun's fault for riding inside it instead of on Zuko's shoulders like normal, right? No, it's Zuko's for letting it. The little lizard scurries away, wasting no time in scampering up the tree, but avoids the branch Uri is on, hiding on the other side of the trunk.
Zuko himself steps aside to the dining area, not certain at all what to expect, except that he expects it to be good. But he's worried, if it's not, can he pretend it is? He wouldn't think of himself this way, headstrong and used to relative luxury that protects him from any guilt over it, but he is a bit of a picky eater, and as a total rarity, if he doesn't like this meal, he'll feel the fault will be on him and his tastes, not on Aurora as a cook. He's never shied away from speaking his mind; in fact, the same day Zuko met Aurora, he later nearly landed himself in a brawl with a local cook over a greasy slice of cheap pizza, so he's absolutely the type to complain to the chef if he's not satisfied. But in this instance... absolutely not. He's more worried about his acting skills than he is about her food, even if it's not in the forefront of his mind; it is still a passing thought.
But indeed one that passes quickly, once he sees the spread Aurora's made here, standing and gazing on it in quiet amazement a second in his tracks before pulling out a chair to take his seat first, little mind paid to who sit nexts to who.
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He's gazing at Uri in the tree now, dawdling a brief moment to collect himself instead of heading straight to the table, before hearing a hollow scritching and scratching from beneath the downturned basin of the horn. And it's a good thing he dawdled and hung around a second, too... He lifts the horn partway up to leave a sliver of space, and from within, a small red dragon emerges... looking a bit frantic, really, about being forgotten and trapped inside a horn, um, rude, Zuko. But it's partly Zun's fault for riding inside it instead of on Zuko's shoulders like normal, right?
No, it's Zuko's for letting it.The little lizard scurries away, wasting no time in scampering up the tree, but avoids the branch Uri is on, hiding on the other side of the trunk.Zuko himself steps aside to the dining area, not certain at all what to expect, except that he expects it to be good. But he's worried, if it's not, can he pretend it is? He wouldn't think of himself this way, headstrong and used to relative luxury that protects him from any guilt over it, but he is a bit of a picky eater, and as a total rarity, if he doesn't like this meal, he'll feel the fault will be on him and his tastes, not on Aurora as a cook. He's never shied away from speaking his mind; in fact, the same day Zuko met Aurora, he later nearly landed himself in a brawl with a local cook over a greasy slice of cheap pizza, so he's absolutely the type to complain to the chef if he's not satisfied. But in this instance... absolutely not. He's more worried about his acting skills than he is about her food, even if it's not in the forefront of his mind; it is still a passing thought.
But indeed one that passes quickly, once he sees the spread Aurora's made here, standing and gazing on it in quiet amazement a second in his tracks before pulling out a chair to take his seat first, little mind paid to who sit nexts to who.