[ Jesus, Korra. There is more to life than fish. Live on the edge a little. ]
No milk. [ He places a hand over his glass, while directing a small, sidelong scowl Korra's way. It lacks its usual edge, though: underneath his sullen surface, there's a small bright spark of something almost playful. ] We'll have a bottle of shéjiu.
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No milk. [ He places a hand over his glass, while directing a small, sidelong scowl Korra's way. It lacks its usual edge, though: underneath his sullen surface, there's a small bright spark of something almost playful. ] We'll have a bottle of shéjiu.