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[Millitimed to Crack Of Effin' Dawn today.]

Zuko sits at a table near the door, sipping tea and having a breakfast that is distinctly Japanese. Fish and rice and broth and pickled vegtables.

A small bag occupies one of the chairs next to him, and he watches and waits, alert, bright eyed.

Almost excited.

He even smiles on occasion.

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And a man limps up carefully, leaning heavily on his cane as he makes his way over.

A nod in greeting before he sits.

"Breakfast?"

Zuko blinks and looks up, nodding once. "Oh, yes. Habit -- can't travel on an empty stomach."

Strange, the habits one gets in years of exile.

He nods as well, agreeing with Zuko and perhaps with keeping with one's habits, before ordering up breakfast for the both of them. It is an assortment of cheeses, olives, and bread and while he gets strong coffee for himself he orders tea for Zuko. He nods to the order, asking if this is all right.

Zuko has never seen some of these foods--blinking at them. But he nods, willing to try; he takes his tea, peering at the coffee. "What's that?" he asks, curious.

He looks down at the cup and chuckles faintly before shaking his head and drinking it.

"Something no human being should probably drink."

Zuko chuckles. "But fit for a god?" He snorts softly, and then hazards to try an olive, surprised at it's potency.

"What are those?" he asks, taking another.

"Fit for a man with much work to do in a day," he answers truthfully. Then he points to the olives.

"Kalamata olives. My favorites."

"They're potent!" Zuko says, and thankfully, they're pitted. "Bet they wake you up in the morning.

But he tilts his head. "Do we have much to to do today?" He's-- undeniably excited, yes.

"There is much to do every day," he tells Zuko with a small, sly smile, "it's only a matter of finding it...and doing it."

Zuko smirks. "I used to live for a quest. I know very well the truth of that!"

Find the avatar, chase the avatar, attempt to hinder the competition, try and capture the avatar first... rinse, repeat.

He nods.

"No wonder we get along."

And then he settles in to eat his breakfast and drink his coffee for a time.

Zuko is one of these people who radiates 'must move' energy, but -- he does manage to contain it long enough to get through breakfast.

Barely.

He smiles indulgently at Zuko before finishing, standing and cleaning his plate carefully. He looks to Zuko, picks up his bag, and heads for the door.

Hey wait-- his-- bag?

Zuko blinks, but is on his feet shortly and following after. "I can carry it." It's very light. Just clothing, likely. He doesn't know what he's going to need at a god's forge! But it never hurts to have clean pants!

He turns back and gives Zuko a look.

It is half 'I'm a god and you don't think I can carry a bag of clothes' and half 'don't be silly, I'm already holding it and we're three feet from the door'.

Zuko blinks and gives him a 'it's impolite to make your host haul your crap' and '...yeeah okay I have no arguement for that.'

He gives up and -- hey, look. The Door.

NOW He's looking back with '...ready when you are.'

And Hephaestos opens the door, a blasting warmth hitting them both.

He smiles.

And gestures.

'After you.' it says.

Warmth is love.

Zuko is eager.

And then, he's through the door.

And out they go, closing the door behind them. (http://forge-fire.livejournal.com/1035.html)

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