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Character(s): Iroh, Yzma
Content: TWO ELDERLY PEOPLE IN THE SAME ROOM. HOLY CRAP.
Setting: The Glass Bonsai [G5]
Time: Later morning, Week 21
Warnings: Things could get...*wears sunglasses* old. [yeaaaaaaaaaaah!]

Ohh, this looks promising, Iroh thought to himself. If there was only a way I could modify these so they could...ah ha!

A snap of the fingers, and Iroh was already looking to modify an old pair of spoons before purchasing them from the rightful owners. Before long, he looked up and around to see if anyone was watching. He drew small flames and tapped the spoons with his finger tips, riddling the bowled ends with holes. There! he continued. Now I can use this to...

He heard someone nearby, but wasn't sure who...

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Yzma walked in the door, tossed her light purple sash across her shoulders to try and look elegant. At least, as elegant would be for a creepy old lady, she waltzed in the shop looking at the different items. Now to find something that would be good to work with for the lab, she thought to herself as she looked at the different types of bottles. Yzma picked up some vials and collected some in her hand basket.

A Chemistry Set caught her eye, she tried reaching for it, but she was a bit too short for the shelf. Grumbling to herself, she put down her basket to try and reach for it again. Jumping up to grab the box, Yzma stumbled and lost her balance, clinging to the chemistry set to make sure it didn’t break. She bumped into Iroh accidentally. Thankfully the box was still safe in her clutches.

“Ack, stupid kids these days. Places things too high,” Yzma glanced up and saw the elderly man. “Ah, my apologies, I didn’t see you there,” she spoke, holding the box with her arm and straightening out her dress with her other hand.

When Iroh was bumped by the frail Yzma, he was more relieved to know it wasn't one of the Fire Nation military figures (especially his brother, Fire Lord Ozai). At once, he bowed his head and softly said, "I apologize for my intrusion." He put the altered spoon on the counter and offered his hands out. "May I help you with that, m'am?"

Yzma waved nonchalantly, “Oh I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” She put her basket back on her arm and carried the chemistry set box in her hands again. Well at least he is being nice, but nonetheless she had to find accessories for her lab. Yzma glanced over at the spoon he was looking at earlier. Curious, she saw it had holes in it.

“What were you looking at there?” Yzma asked, her eyebrow lifted, wondering if a spoon like that had any use for something.

Iroh smiled politely to Yzma, noting the box at hand, "It seems you have some busy times ahead of you. I can certainly understand." He immediately saw her eyes wander toward his reinvention before she could even ask about it. He acknowledged her curiosity before the question had finished.

Iroh held up his makeshift infusing spoon and explained its new-found unique qualities, "This is helpful for taking something which must be immersed and fused with water but not floating freely. The holes allow water to permeate through back and forth like the ebb and flow of the tides, and the contents are still intact within the spoon." He held it in the light so he could see tiny beams coming through the various punctures. "It is a perfect device for my tea shop. Brewing so many pots and so many blends can be a bit much. But with this, I can make various teas by the cup and everyone gets their right blend!" He chuckled a little at his own brilliance with the matter.

Yzma shifted her weight while carrying the box. She nodded at him and got closer to look at the spoon. “Ah, interesting, I don’t mind a cup of tea myself,” Yzma glanced up at the man. She realized that she did recognize him as the guy that was going to host the teashop. Very good then, it’s nice to have someone dependable making some decent tea.

“I understand with brewing it may vary on the boiling point, depending on the type of tea you’re making,” Yzma pondered looking at the spoon, “But I can see how this can be easier on yourself. You wouldn’t have to waste too many pots.” She scratched her chin and gave a small smirk. An acquaintance should come in order then, “My name is Yzma,” she placed the box between her arm and held out her hand, “What’s yours?”

"Then you are certainly more than invited to my shop. I hope to have it open soon. I must meet the demands of the people before my promises remain as empty as my teacups," he pointed out to his new acquaintance. He made a habit of collecting customers as well as friends, and he had given so many free cups of tea away to them that he began wondering if he could actually turn enough profit to keep it running. He would have to find another customer/friend that could exchange cups of tea for financial advice for staying afloat in the Paixao economy.

"Iroh, m'am. A pleasure to meet you," he said while shaking her hand gently.

Yzma smirked as she shook his hand, “The pleasure is all mine Iroh.” She then shifted her hips in curiosity of the man. Usually, Yzma was accustomed to coffee, tea, and small meals as her dinner. So there is a possibility that this man may have a frequent customer, depending if she likes his taste. She was use to Kronk’s cooking, so she is trying her best to adjust to this different lifestyle.

Deciding to put the chemistry box set to the side for a bit, Yzma gestured in question, “So I assume you will have different types of selections of tea at your shop? I’m more into having black tea to keep myself awake when working on long projects of mine.” She said, now with a slight more interest in Iroh’s business.

Iroh's typically courteous attention was suddenly drawn away from the conversation and focused on the chemistry set that Yzma had been carrying with her from the moment of their curious encounter. There seemed to be some contraption within the box, made with glass and metal and care, that attracted Iroh's eye to it. His intellect wasn't vast, but he had traveled enough in his personal life to have some basic knowledge of scientific advances. Being carefully concerned with the chemistry of tea making, it was easy to see new technologies that would improve his own abilities.

He was also quick to break himself from distraction and answer Yzma's questions while subtly leading his answers back to his new fascination.

"Black teas are certainly fantastic if the midnight oil must be burned rather than our own fuel. Of course, the future promises many things, including more powerful tea. I wonder if there is something else I can invent, or at least find, to make that possible," he pondered out loud, hoping for Yzma to take the honest bait.

“Well there is always a chance of discovery and creating new things. I myself, seek to find what type of new potions I can make, for uh, scientific discover,” Yzma said smiling awkwardly while placing her hands behind her back in thought. She can’t let him know what type of potions she makes exactly. After all, she does have a right to her privacy and what she does with the potions is her own business.

Yzma then gestured, her hand waving absently, “Ah, but all discoveries does come with time and effort. Which is why I have worked many many years trying to create new things and experiments. Most of them have been pretty helpful in the past.” Although it was quite true that most of her potions have helped her a lot. One of them did help her become Empress after all, even if it was the wrong potion.

The very word of "potion" made Iroh nervous for too many reasons, mainly from his experiences of his brother's draconian treatment of rebels at many dinners that weren't exactly safe for them. "Potions? Like perfumes or poisons?" he asked with as little conviction as possible, though his eyes were already growing more narrow with suspicion.

Yzma laughed slightly and waved her hand dismissively, “Oh I make all sorts of potions. Poison and perfumes are just an example of them. I prefer creating ones for discovery of course, nothing terrible.” She decided it’d probably be best to try and get off the subject as soon as possible. Rather, it’d be better if word didn’t get out she was creating any sort of dangerous potions.

The old diva gave her best innocent smile and chuckled, “I’m sure you could understand, I like to indulge in different fancies. I’m sure you have explored more into your area of expertise before.” She gestured to the instrument used for tea.

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