After a few steps, the exile opened the door, revealing a small but well kept apartment.
It was rather sparsely furnished, though it all still seemed to be made with the same intricate detail as everything else in the city. In the middle of the front room, there was a low glass table, it had probably originally been intended as a coffee table, but Zuko had adopted it as his own table, with small cushions spread around it like seats.

Zuko took into the apartment, letting his guest follow behind.

"Go ahead and take a seat, I have to put some of this away" , Zuko offered, while he started to place his groceries in the kitchen. Which, wasn't really so much a kitchen as it was an area with a different style of floor, some cupboards and a stove.

The stove had originally been a mystery to Zuko, he'd never really had the chance to work something quite like it. Though it was a rather simple mechanic to turn the dial and to spark the gas, the timing was a trick he had sooner given up on and took to lighting the thing with a snap of his wrist.

In the fashion just mentioned above, Zuko lit the stove and put a bronze kettle over the flame to heat before rejoining his guest an continuing their session of questions.

"So what had happened just before you arrived?"