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Sergei looked at Akira and simply nodded before returning to his warm sbiten. He had brought a pink tank model kit with him and started to work on it, snapping the plastic pieces off their frames.

She watched what was going on between everyone, seeing thor look between her and fumizuki, she smiled softly

He sat with Akira "hey imōto-chan" he set a slice of cheesecake in front of her and a slice for himself "let's have some cheesecake"

He started to hum a random tune off his head. Sergei had already built the base of the tank and was almost finished with his sbiten. His light gray fur-lined winter coat hung from the back of his chair. He took a moment to take another sip of his drink.

Heather stood up and walked over to Sergei and sat d9wn in fr9nt of him "hi there, my name is heather"

Sergei looked at Heather with a impassive express. "Hm," he simply responsed and continued on his model kit. The unfinished tank was hot pink. He briefly held it up and analyzed it for a second.

"hot pink? that's a supris8ng choice? Is that what you wanted or all they had left?" he rose an eyebrow

Sergei looked at Heather and simply sighed. Honestly, he didn't mind the hot pink color. It gave the model tank charm in his opinion. Sergei looked over to the instruction and gently placed on the tank's turret, finishing his work. He briefly smiled at the tank.

she narrowed her eyes "Зажгите любовь, это простой вопрос, вы, русские мужчины, и ваше использование слов"

@Akira and Fumizuki,
Zuko looked up at the two, a tear rolling down his cheek. He sniffled and spoke up, "Can.. can you two help me find my Uncle Iroh too?" He murmured softly.

Sergei looked up again at Heather who spoke decent Russian. He could understand her English perfectly fine too. "Hm." He reached for a small leather pouch attached to the back of his winter coat and grabbed a pen then wrote on a napkin. He did it cautiously to not rip it in the process. Once Sergei finished, he passed the napkin over to Heather. It read, "Розовая модель этого танка — моя любимая."

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"Certainly."

She took the note and looked at it, and smiled before saying "... Почему вы предпочитаете не говорить?"

Sergei frowned slightly at Heather's question about him not speaking. He found simply finds not talking easier especially for the type of work he was in. "Hm." He pondered of his answer before writing again. "Просто потому, что."

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A/N: The translation for the Russian might be butchered due to using Google Translate.

"hm" she nodded softly

Akira smiled and nodded, "Of course."

Sergei nodded and put his pen back into his pouch. He held up two fingers towards Claude, and she later brought a kettle of sbiten with another mug. He nodded towards Claude and gave her a tip. Sergei poured himself some more into his mug. He looked at Heather and held up the kettle towards the other mug, quietly offering her to have a drink with him.

She blinked in surprise, "Cheese...cake?" Being so new to the world, she has never heard of such a thing! She looked at the strange dessert that sat in front of her with the awe and wonder of someone who has never seen this before. Eager to explore this new thing, she touches it with her fork after observing Mathius, "What is cheesecake?" That may seem dumb at first blush, but for her she has never seen this before. They don't have cheesecake where she came from.

Tilting her head to the side, unused to using a fork but chopsticks instead, she takes a bite of this cheesecake. Her mouth explodes with new sensations and tastes, "Mmmm!" She chewed, then swallowed, "This is delicious! Did you make this?!" She asked, taking another bite!

She smiled softly and nodded, pushing the mug towards him

Zuko cracked a soft smile, but hid it as he wiped his tears away and sniffled again.
"When can we leave?" Zuko asked, before seeing Mathius set the cheesecake in-front of Akira. "Maybe.. maybe after you're done with that? If.. if that's okay." Zuko sat, looking at the cheesecake.