[ Hei raises an eyebrow as she drifts off -- Maybe I should cook that lizard. That'll get her to pay attention. By the time she returns, he's heated up a saucepan over the stove. Seasame oil, a pinch of salt, and the surface sizzles as he pours the cut seaweed in with a mixture of minced beef and garlic, sending up a cloud of steam. He stirs methodically with a wooden spoon, glancing over his shoulder at Korra. ]
"Little Dragon"? [ A huff, equal parts wry and impartial. ] The new curse must be inspiring you.
[ He stirs a moment more, then holds out the spoon for her. ] You do this. [ He has to check on the other two pots. The wine is erupting in little plorps. He turns down the heat a shade. The lobsters are nowhere near done yet. But the pot has begun emitting a shrill wail. ]
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"Little Dragon"? [ A huff, equal parts wry and impartial. ] The new curse must be inspiring you.
[ He stirs a moment more, then holds out the spoon for her. ] You do this. [ He has to check on the other two pots. The wine is erupting in little plorps. He turns down the heat a shade. The lobsters are nowhere near done yet. But the pot has begun emitting a shrill wail. ]
[ It sounds like a tiny banshee chorus. ]