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Piandao had walked in to discover his children slicing and stabbing fruit, which Fat was tossing up into the air.
He was impressed, to say the least.
Except....
"Mai, Zuko, we could be doing so much more,"
He spoke up.
The kids smiled.
He proposed a plan.
They readily agreed.
And now there was even more fruit flying, being cut with the most precise of slices, into halves, stars, slivers...
They moved so fast, and he'd never been prouder.
If they happened to have a fruit feast afterwards, that was their business.
Nobody needed to know how the fruit got cut.
No matter how awesome.