Confessions of a Teenage Sugar Queen: Steamy
If I never eat seafood again, it’ll be too soon. OK, maybe Gran Gran’s steamed seaprawns don’t count. They actually do taste good after a long day at work.
So, I’d be just fine if I never see raw fish again… hmm, except that I really like Mushi Sushi. They use the freshest ingredients, and the restaurant never reeks like the Marine Science Center’s medical lab. I wear a tight braid every day, and I swear that fishy smell is even woven into the strands of my hair. It’s settled into the fabric of my uniform shirt for sure, but that doesn’t pose a challenge. I wash Sokka’s socks after all.
“You do your brother’s laundry?” Zuko raises his good eyebrow. He wears that incredulous look often. I normally think it’s kinda cute, but not today.
Storms are sweeping through the bay which means Zuko and Hahn have been reassigned to the center instead of their usual offsite duties. I do not appreciate them breaking my stride.
“Damn right, she does,” Hahn interjects. “That’s a woman’s place, y’know. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids…”