one born every minute

"There are various forms of Woolbenders," Iroh said. "The Knitters of the north require two tools, while the Crocheters of the south use only one. You yourself have the soul of a Knitter, Zuko."

Zuko looked at his two blades approvingly.

"First the Knit," his uncle instructed. "Then the Purl. Together, in alternation, they build to form a single piece of work, intertwined one with another as the wool bends."

Zuko frowned. A tiny little suspicion was dawning. "Uncle, you are serious about this?"

"Of course I am," Iroh said soothingly. "Now keep on working on that scarf for me."

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