[ Catching Pai's look, Hei settles his expression into something mild, almost playful but mostly earnest. The candy apples weren't a bribe; more an alleviant for her inevitable sulkiness. It's the most he can do. As it is, he can feel Korra almost vibrating with tension in her corner. Ignoring her for the moment, he retrieves some tupperware boxes from the refrigerator, brimming with garlic scallops, steamed rice and sesame beef, and sets them in the microwave. With neat precise movements -- barely making any sounds as he opens the cabinet doors -- he sets the table. Korra isn't hungry, but he is, and he and Pai usually eat together after he's off work. It seems important to keep her company. Ticked-off as she is, she might not feed otherwise. ]
[ Eventually, he puts Korra out of her misery enough to say, ] Could you get three glasses out of the dishwasher? [ Then, to Pai, ] Come eat something. [ You may murder each other after supper, ladies. Not before. ]
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[ Eventually, he puts Korra out of her misery enough to say, ] Could you get three glasses out of the dishwasher? [ Then, to Pai, ] Come eat something. [ You may murder each other after supper, ladies. Not before. ]