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[The camera turns on to show a quick flash of Zuko's face, looking thoroughly at a loss, before it swings around to pan over an empty hospital room. Well, empty as in devoid of patients.
Instead, it is filled with about two dozen colorful little....things... sitting on the furniture, some of them bouncing or swaying a bit. They turn to stare at the camera and presumably Zuko.]
Hey, Kusuri-Uri. [he sounds half-amused, half exasperated] I was taking a walk and... I think I've found some more of your measuring scales.
What do I do with them? They're looking at me...
Instead, it is filled with about two dozen colorful little....things... sitting on the furniture, some of them bouncing or swaying a bit. They turn to stare at the camera and presumably Zuko.]
Hey, Kusuri-Uri. [he sounds half-amused, half exasperated] I was taking a walk and... I think I've found some more of your measuring scales.
What do I do with them? They're looking at me...
