[Wan's back was to Aang so he didn't see the realization of his little ploy dawn over the the younger man's face. Instead he took the tea and added it to the now-boiling water as he removed his hand, and with it, the heat. His next task was to search for cups. By the time he found them (and was satisfied with how clean they were), the tea was ready to serve. He poured it expertly - by hand - and finally turned around to offer a steaming cup to Aang.]
Is this your favorite tea?
[Smiles and small talk and an absolutely relaxed attitude. He was trying to do his best to radiate an aura of safe.]
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Is this your favorite tea?
[Smiles and small talk and an absolutely relaxed attitude. He was trying to do his best to radiate an aura of safe.]