[ Words to live by. At least where his stomach is concerned. ]
[ He loads his plate with a cornucopia of steaming protein and starchy titbits. The other diners appear to be mostly Fire Nation citizens: for all the interested glances he and Korra get, they are clearly the only tourists at the resort right now. The local reaction to this, as during his last visit, consists of toasts from other tables encouraging Hei and Korra to down their mulled wines in one swallow, and the prompt refilling of their glasses. Another reaction is to cheerfully force the hottest dishes at the buffet on them. Hei is at least somewhat familiar with this sport from back in his homeworld: watching unfortunate white foreigners take a mouthful of food, almost choke at the spiciness, guzzle copious quantities of whatever liquid is on their table, while the locals laughed their asses off. ]
[ Against his better judgement -- and his vows to stay away from the fiery stuff -- he piles chicken with chili and lemongrass, eye-wateringly hot, into his plate. Smiles innocently at the neighboring table as he scoops up a spoonful of the raw, sliced chilies from the condiment tray and adds them to his bowl. If he can survive those spicy scorpions back in Republic City, he can endure this. ]
[ To Korra, between placid bites and watery eyes, he murmurs, ]
I hope the firebender in you likes hot stuff.
[ Because this is going to turn into a pissing contest, and he's damned if he's going to let a bunch of snooty Fire Nation jerks win. ]
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Date: 2014-11-19 02:55 am (UTC)[ Words to live by. At least where his stomach is concerned. ]
[ He loads his plate with a cornucopia of steaming protein and starchy titbits. The other diners appear to be mostly Fire Nation citizens: for all the interested glances he and Korra get, they are clearly the only tourists at the resort right now. The local reaction to this, as during his last visit, consists of toasts from other tables encouraging Hei and Korra to down their mulled wines in one swallow, and the prompt refilling of their glasses. Another reaction is to cheerfully force the hottest dishes at the buffet on them. Hei is at least somewhat familiar with this sport from back in his homeworld: watching unfortunate white foreigners take a mouthful of food, almost choke at the spiciness, guzzle copious quantities of whatever liquid is on their table, while the locals laughed their asses off. ]
[ Against his better judgement -- and his vows to stay away from the fiery stuff -- he piles chicken with chili and lemongrass, eye-wateringly hot, into his plate. Smiles innocently at the neighboring table as he scoops up a spoonful of the raw, sliced chilies from the condiment tray and adds them to his bowl. If he can survive those spicy scorpions back in Republic City, he can endure this. ]
[ To Korra, between placid bites and watery eyes, he murmurs, ]
I hope the firebender in you likes hot stuff.
[ Because this is going to turn into a pissing contest, and he's damned if he's going to let a bunch of snooty Fire Nation jerks win. ]