selective vision
Iroh spent a long time in the market, selecting the knife for Zuko. He tested weight, balance, quality of metal, edge, hilt; everything that would be important. His aide, following him around with the money and the growing stacks of incidental shopping, approved noisily of the final choice, and Iroh had to admit that it was merited. The blade was something his nephew would grow into.
"And does the General wish to buy something for his niece as well?" the aide asked.
"Ah, I've already got the sweet little thing a doll," Iroh said warmly. "Girls like dolls, don't they?"
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