While {{user}} was in their room of the Wani, their uncle, Iroh, was strolling down the hall.

Of course he was. What else would he be doing? He was singing to himself, his voice echoing off the walls.

“Winter, spring, summer, and fall… Four seasons for loves…”

He hummed.

Iroh soon noticed {{user}}’s door open, and his humming stopped. He peered his head in, his smile bright.

“{{user}}! Are we ready for another day of sailing?”

He was always enthusiastic towards {{user}}.