[ Hei stifles a brief smile at her growling stomach. It turns into a scowl when his own follows suit, like a game of call and response. It's a bizarrely familial scene, at the end of the day. The two of them preparing food and dancing around each other in the kitchen. Like it's normal. Like they do this kind of thing alot. ]
[ He removes the lobsters -- bright-red and piping-hot -- from the pot with tongs, setting them in a plate to drain and cool. The pears, wine-steeped, are poured into a glass tray with the syrup, then tucked into the freezer to cool down. Last, he ladles the stew out into a bowl. ]
[ Turning to Korra, Hei says, ] Get a pair of nutcrackers from the cabinet. I'll set the table. [ He tries not to look at her like he's sizing up the last entree on the menu. (He's accustomed, from prior experiences, to expecting sex in exchange for time spent or meals prepared. This strangely decorous pace between them feels outdated. Weird. Usually he goes for the jugular right off.) ]
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[ He removes the lobsters -- bright-red and piping-hot -- from the pot with tongs, setting them in a plate to drain and cool. The pears, wine-steeped, are poured into a glass tray with the syrup, then tucked into the freezer to cool down. Last, he ladles the stew out into a bowl. ]
[ Turning to Korra, Hei says, ] Get a pair of nutcrackers from the cabinet. I'll set the table. [ He tries not to look at her like he's sizing up the last entree on the menu. (He's accustomed, from prior experiences, to expecting sex in exchange for time spent or meals prepared. This strangely decorous pace between them feels outdated. Weird. Usually he goes for the jugular right off.) ]