[ Zuko doesn't like hearing he'd be an Elite, even though it seems so arbitrary to him, perhaps because it seems so arbitrary to him, but something sits quite poorly with him about it. He scowls, hearing the boys' explanations. He's glad for the food and tea to arrive as a distraction, but lets the two old friends continue telling him their story without interrupting, not finding any point to make in the meantime. Instead, he begins pouring cups of tea for the three of them and divvying up dumplings evenly on each plate. Polite prince. ]
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