"Well how about a mental game? We both need to recover our strength, so if we tried something physical, that would slow us both down."

Azula nodded, it made sense.

"What do you want to play Whiskers?"

He grinned, "I'll let you pick, I'm the pet, your the owner."

Azula smiled slightly, he was being concederet of they're respective rolls and also wanted it to be something they both knew how to do.Of course, Azula played dirty aginst most people, but then again, Whiskers was far from being concetered usual.

"Alright."