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One gloved hand rests on the window, as Axel looks out, gazing impassively at The End.

It's rather unusual for him to be doing it, but it's raining outside, and that's spoiled his plans for the evening. So instead of sulking by the fire, he's staring out into the violent, explosive vacuum.

He wonders if it's cold out there, or hot.

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"England? Don't think I've ever been there," he muses. "What's it like?"

She stops giggling to think for a moment. "Rainy. It was okay, but not...good."

You know. No sunlight. To keep her warm.

He makes a face.

"Yeah, I can do without the rain." He pauses for a moment, considering, and then gives himself a mental shrug.

"Hey, you said you're hungry. I'll get you something, if you wanna tell me about England."

And that way he can observe more; there's something that's just... off about her, right now.

She rubs a bloodshot eye, giggling slightly. "Y'think there's anymore of those brownies around? Those brownies were really good."

He raises an eyebrow.

"What brownies?"

Azula looks very innocent.

Very.

It doesn't really fit her.

"They were on a table..."

He gives her a long look.

"Please tell me you know better than to take random free food in this place."

She looks shifty. "I was hungry and it was cold outside...and..."

AKA: NO. SHE DID NOT KNOW BETTER.

Face, meet palm.

"And you could've gone to the bar and ordered normal food," he points out.

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She starts giggling again.

(SHE CAN'T HELP IT, IT'S SO FUNNY...EVERYTHING IS)

And she doesn't really...stop either. What was the question again?

Axel shakes his head at her; maybe he can't get that way himself anymore, but that doesn't mean he can't recognise the signs of some sort of intoxication.

He considers her for another moment before fishing into his pocket, and pulling out a little vial of some clear liquid. It has an opalescent shimmer in the light.

"Here, drink this," he says, handing it over to her.

Whatever her probloem is, a Remedy should do the trick.

She takes it and gives him a look. "Takin' things from random people isn't safe!"

Now she gets it.

But she takes the vial anyway and drinks it.

"I'm not a random person," he points out.

He watches her carefully; it should restore her to her normal self, without any ill side-effects.

"No, you're--"

She stops and blinks. "I hate this place," she sighs, facepalming.

"Now you know better," he points out. "You still hungry?"

She almost looks ashamed.

Must be the light.

"Yeah."

"All right, come on then." He nods for her to follow him, and heads for the bar.

She tucks her hair behind her ear and follows, looking sullen. "Sorry. For however annoying I was."

"I know people who'd've killed you," he remarks. "Rules or not."

He slides onto a stool at the bar.

"Go ahead and order whatever you like. On me."

She sits next to him. "I'd probably kill me."

It's a long moment before she figures out what she wants to eat. "Fish and chips," she murmurs.

Something that she does miss from England. She doesn't miss much of it though.

Bar provides, and along with a plate of very blackened grouper for Axel.

He snorts.

She also murmurs for a bottle of vinegar, which she gets. Liberal amounts are applied to the food. She eats for a moment, then: "Thanks. For the food."

"Sure thing. So, why exactly did you eat strange food?"

She's silent for a long moment. "I just did. I don't know why."

She controls every little thing in her life. She's just been a little off since England. Since that last conversation with Zuko. Of course, no one will know that.

"Right." He stabs a piece of his fish.