Literature
Fire and Ice Ch. 09
So, breakfast was kind of awkward for the following reasons: Shang kept shooting me these looks that I could tell were meant to make me spill my guts or something, but they weren't working; my mother kept glancing between me and Shang, as well, probably wondering what transpired earlier; and, well, we were in the Firelord's palace, and one could only be so comfortable sitting at his table eating his food with his family when you'd previously dragged his son out in the rain and gotten him drenched. On the bright side, the food was great.
The rain still fell outside and I had a whole day left to kill, and the problem was I had no idea how.