[Her ability to remain unflappable in the face of his literally fiery rage reminds him uncomfortably of his uncle. It's hard to sustain angry momentum at someone who won't rise to the bait, so he glares at her in confusion instead. Like he knows or cares who Starbucks is. Probably her pet hog-monkey or something.]
It's firebending.
[He says it slow and deliberate, like he's talking to someone very stupid. He does remember, though, that not everyone here is from the world he knows, and if different worlds have different spirits, perhaps it makes sense that they would not be able to bend the same way.
But why express that when he could instead cheer himself up by trying to make a random stranger feel dumb? Yeah, exactly. He crosses his arms and jerks his chin in a mirror of her own gesture, except he means it much more rudely.]
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It's firebending.
[He says it slow and deliberate, like he's talking to someone very stupid. He does remember, though, that not everyone here is from the world he knows, and if different worlds have different spirits, perhaps it makes sense that they would not be able to bend the same way.
But why express that when he could instead cheer himself up by trying to make a random stranger feel dumb? Yeah, exactly. He crosses his arms and jerks his chin in a mirror of her own gesture, except he means it much more rudely.]
What do you want?