"Oh, uh... okay!" He seemed happy enough with this, and turned to lead on down the hall.
Zuko might recognize the area he was being led to -- it was all the way back toward the front part of the school, somewhere close enough to the room where the cooking happened. Not like it was right next door to it or anything, but close enough Zuko could probably find it again fairly easily. He opened the door, then reached in with his hand and leaned a bit, flipping the light switch on and waiting a second until the lights all came to brightness before he set foot inside. He was humming something to himself quietly all the while.
Inside... there were boxes. And garbage bins. And more boxes. The things in them seemed to be sorted by material, if Zuko cared to look -- paper in this one, wooden scrap in that one, even a bin with pieces of metal and broken electronics and appliances. Sun, however, was going for a shelf nearby, and took something from it, a small rag from a little pile of them. It... wasn't white, but it didn't look like it'd been white originally anyway. It was some sort of solid dark gray scrap, but it did indeed look pretty clean... perhaps he'd washed it?
"All right... one down, one to go!" He stepped back out before he reached back to turn off the lights, and then resumed leading down the hall, this time toward the cooking room. "The clean water's for drinking and cooking... so we can find it there. I think this is a good use for it too. And we shouldn't need much, anyway."
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Date: 2025-05-13 11:32 am (UTC)From:Zuko might recognize the area he was being led to -- it was all the way back toward the front part of the school, somewhere close enough to the room where the cooking happened. Not like it was right next door to it or anything, but close enough Zuko could probably find it again fairly easily. He opened the door, then reached in with his hand and leaned a bit, flipping the light switch on and waiting a second until the lights all came to brightness before he set foot inside. He was humming something to himself quietly all the while.
Inside... there were boxes. And garbage bins. And more boxes. The things in them seemed to be sorted by material, if Zuko cared to look -- paper in this one, wooden scrap in that one, even a bin with pieces of metal and broken electronics and appliances. Sun, however, was going for a shelf nearby, and took something from it, a small rag from a little pile of them. It... wasn't white, but it didn't look like it'd been white originally anyway. It was some sort of solid dark gray scrap, but it did indeed look pretty clean... perhaps he'd washed it?
"All right... one down, one to go!" He stepped back out before he reached back to turn off the lights, and then resumed leading down the hall, this time toward the cooking room. "The clean water's for drinking and cooking... so we can find it there. I think this is a good use for it too. And we shouldn't need much, anyway."