Zuko rolled his apron up into a ball and threw it into the clothes basket on the other side of the kitchen. He stomped out of the teashop, all the way back to the tenement, and up the two and a half flights of stairs.
The apartment was dark. Then Zuko remembered Uncle was out for the night with a neighbor. He shuddered. Probably better not think about that.
He shut the door and walked to where he remembered the lantern was last. Fumbling around a bit, he found it. Zuko sighed. He really didn’t want to go hunting for spark rocks in the dark, too. Assuming the spark rocks hadn’t been misplaced again, that is.
Oh, fuck it. The door was shut; the windows were shuttered. There was no way anyone would see him do it. He pinched his fingers on the wick of the lantern, and a small flame jumped to life, bathing the room in flickering light.
Zuko glanced around the room again. Nope. No one. He just firebended in the middle of Ba Sing Se, and nothing happened. No Dai Li. No guards. No earthquakes. No annoying ferry kids.