Iroh wasn't sure why Korra was uncomfortable. "It must be a good job to have if you like to read," he said. "So much to learn." He left it at that, and, since the paper he'd been drying out was now dry enough not to damage the others, he tucked it away along with them.
He drew a deep breath, ready to wax loquacious on the subject of his tea shop. Even the minor events there were of endless interest to him, and he'd been going over this particular incident in his mind ever since it happened, and after his research, he had a few extra things to fit in.
"It was a bright sunny day, you probably remember how blue the sky was two days ago--" He checked Korra to see if she made any indication that she did. "And the tea shop was just about as busy as it ever gets. So when two men asked me for a table by the window --"
He paused and pulled out with a flourish a page on which he'd traced the outline of two featureless faces, one broad and topped with the hat of a gentleman, one narrow and shifty, even just in outline. Lower on the page there was a street map with several locations marked and one circled and labeled "the house".
"I had to tell them, quite truthfully--"
A woman pushed through the door they were standing by, letting in a gust of wind and damp air. It appeared, however, that the rain had ended. She gave the two of them a harried look and headed for the staircase. Iroh paused again, thrown out of the story by the sight of the outdoors. "To make a long story short, I now believe that I was talking to the men the newspaper calls 'the delicate earthbender' and 'the shabby gentleman'. Quite an event for my little tea shop, I hope no one ever finds out the kind of clientele I serve there."
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He drew a deep breath, ready to wax loquacious on the subject of his tea shop. Even the minor events there were of endless interest to him, and he'd been going over this particular incident in his mind ever since it happened, and after his research, he had a few extra things to fit in.
"It was a bright sunny day, you probably remember how blue the sky was two days ago--" He checked Korra to see if she made any indication that she did. "And the tea shop was just about as busy as it ever gets. So when two men asked me for a table by the window --"
He paused and pulled out with a flourish a page on which he'd traced the outline of two featureless faces, one broad and topped with the hat of a gentleman, one narrow and shifty, even just in outline. Lower on the page there was a street map with several locations marked and one circled and labeled "the house".
"I had to tell them, quite truthfully--"
A woman pushed through the door they were standing by, letting in a gust of wind and damp air. It appeared, however, that the rain had ended. She gave the two of them a harried look and headed for the staircase. Iroh paused again, thrown out of the story by the sight of the outdoors. "To make a long story short, I now believe that I was talking to the men the newspaper calls 'the delicate earthbender' and 'the shabby gentleman'. Quite an event for my little tea shop, I hope no one ever finds out the kind of clientele I serve there."