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Issarok has finished the morning classes and is now free to roam around the palace.

Unfortunately, it's nearly Midwinter, so the palace is dark, and there are Southerners and Firebenders everywhere, all of whom he'd really rather not run into in the dark.

He's sitting in the throne room instead, reading over a scroll of military theory and frowning whenever he finds something he disagrees with.  Which appears to be fairly often.

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Issarok stares at her, considering his next move.

It would be much easier to challenge her to a duel if she was a little older. And not a girl. And not, technically, here on an invitation extended by his family.

And not related to his future wife. And not likely to get him in trouble with the terrifying Luwei.

"That ... wasn't polite of you," he decides on, eventually. "Your manners are not very good, child."

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"Least I don't pretend that it's good to see people who I don't like."

So nyuh.

"That's not polite, either."

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"Yes, it is," Issarok contradicts, raising both eyebrows. Who raised this little --- girl?

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"No it's not," Meial insists. "It's lying. And grown-ups only pretend it's polite because they think they can get away with it."

(When she's Fire Lord, lying will be outlawed.)

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"No, it's called being polite," Issarok explains impatiently. "If everyone said what they wanted to say, we'd be at war all over again, and this time we'd crush you. So."

There.

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OH NOW HE'S DONE IT.

"You would not," Meila says - practically seethes.

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Issarok merely raises one long supercilious eyebrow.