<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01837/HENDRICKS-WESTWOOD_1837976a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Zuko<br/><hr/><br/>Smiling, Heather sat herself down in her favoured seat in the living room and watched as Zuko prepared her tea thoughtfully. "Thank you, Zuko," she nodded as she received her drink and, it seemed, came to some sort of decision. "Now, I would prefer not to spoil my appetite before the main event tonight, but neither do I want to be too eager when we begin. Poor Ruari needs a gentle touch, so I believe a little ... appetizer is in order."<br/>She uncrossed her legs and gestured imperiously at the floor before her and took a sip of her tea. "We seem to say this to you a lot, but then, you<em>do</em>look so happy when you're down there. Get on your knees, Zuko. I trust you know what to do from there by now."