Standing toward the back of the store, Iroh sighed contentedly. It was days yet before he would open the Fandom branch of the Jasmine Dragon (the Tea Weevil didn't sound any less stupid with a second consideration, and why vary a winning formula?) but there was something satisfying about being set up already, bar a few finishing touches. He threw a heavy silk cloth over a low table at the back of the store, placing two portraits on top – the well-worn but recently retouched painting of his dear Lu Ten, and a much more recent picture of Zuko in full Firelord regalia. He'd salvaged it after it had been deemed inappropriate due to a facial expression that could very nearly, if one squinted and was in a good mood, be considered a smile. Everyone knew Zuko was reforming the Fire Nation but, well. Baby steps. The pictures gave him a sense of completion, leaving just one thing to do. He opened the front door just a crack – not enough to appear as if the teahouse was open, but enough that it could be pushed to if someone needed to make an enquiry – and hung a handpainted sign in the glass.



[ooc: Open to anyone who wants to apply for a job or just poke their nose in and say hi.]