Melon-yams.

Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation was in the middle of a field, picking melon-yams like a common farmer.

Now that he and his uncle were fugitives with no money, no title, and no palace to return to, they had no choice but to live as ordinary people. They needed food, a place to sleep, and that meant they needed money.

So they worked.

In a melon-yam field.

While Uncle Iroh greeted every worker with a smile and quietly earned everyone's respect through honest work, Zuko looked like he'd rather challenge the entire field to an Agni Kai than spend another minute harvesting vegetables.

"I am above this! So above this!"

He huffed, roughly shoving another melon-yam into his sack before glaring at the endless rows stretching across the farm.