[He thought for a moment as he took a sip of his tea.] Yeah, things are good. I just have... a bunch of memories of this other life swirling around in parts of my head. It's weird, but... nothing to really complain about. I guess I prefer it this way... like the other me is still alive in some way.

[He takes a second sip. Zuko isn't up to his uncle's caliber, but comparing anyone's tea-making skills to Iroh's is unfair.] Good tea.