a paragraph from an a:tla fic that may or may not be the one I'm working on

[esmenet]

Cold fruit for hot sunny days, hot fruit for cool nights, her mother used to say. But Azula has always liked the warm chunks of pear-apple more than the thin cool slices of plum-peach. She would heat them up just a little more as she held them, to take pride in her control. It was such a challenge to make them hot without cooking.

It feels strange to eat them cold, now.



Azula, where are you and what are you doing? I didn't think they had fruit in the Spirit World!

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Oooooooooh. Shiny.