[ He tips a shoulder, a silent, Suit yourself, but with no reluctance. During the ride, a creeping hunger had begun gnawing at his belly. By now, it's a gurgling nuisance, signaling that he's past his bout of seasickness. Besides. He likes that wicked lilt of suggestion -- real or imagined -- in Korra's tone, as she mentions taking her time. ]
[ Keeping his fingers loosely laced with hers, he guides her up the blood-red double doors, which swing open, wafting a false breeze of recycled semi-tropical air into their faces. The place is as he remembers: ornate but somehow elegant, the staff solicitous as they take his bookings for a private pool. Most recognize Korra easily; the formal greetings they offer her, so similar to the Chinese Gong Shou, make Hei think, dimly, that everything, from the Balinese sembah, the Thai wai, the Indian namaste, the Japanese bow, the western handshake ... The original function of all these salutations was to show the other person you weren't armed and dangerous. Politeness determined by the eschewal of a weapon. Peace as the absence of war. ]
[ The buffet has upgraded since his last visit. Steamed crabs with scallion. Whole roast squab served with wafer-thin lemon slices and ceramic bowls of sauce for dipping. Sugary sticky rice stuffed into the holes of lotus root and braised to bring out a crisp sweetness. Pork belly in honey. Whole steamed fish. Soft-boiled eggs coated in caviar. ]
[ His stomach oinks, noisily, like the greedy pig it is. ]
[ Hold him back, Korra. There is every danger of him diving into the lavish buffet without ever resurfacing. ]
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Date: 2014-11-19 01:57 am (UTC)[ Keeping his fingers loosely laced with hers, he guides her up the blood-red double doors, which swing open, wafting a false breeze of recycled semi-tropical air into their faces. The place is as he remembers: ornate but somehow elegant, the staff solicitous as they take his bookings for a private pool. Most recognize Korra easily; the formal greetings they offer her, so similar to the Chinese Gong Shou, make Hei think, dimly, that everything, from the Balinese sembah, the Thai wai, the Indian namaste, the Japanese bow, the western handshake ... The original function of all these salutations was to show the other person you weren't armed and dangerous. Politeness determined by the eschewal of a weapon. Peace as the absence of war. ]
[ The buffet has upgraded since his last visit. Steamed crabs with scallion. Whole roast squab served with wafer-thin lemon slices and ceramic bowls of sauce for dipping. Sugary sticky rice stuffed into the holes of lotus root and braised to bring out a crisp sweetness. Pork belly in honey. Whole steamed fish. Soft-boiled eggs coated in caviar. ]
[ His stomach oinks, noisily, like the greedy pig it is. ]
[ Hold him back, Korra. There is every danger of him diving into the lavish buffet without ever resurfacing. ]