When her gaze catches his again, he doesn't drop his face. He offers Korra a smile in return, a little more shy than it might normally be, but just as honest. He fingers fidget with the fabric of the tails of his shirt laying on his lap.

"I don't really know what to do with a kitchen. I was sort of banking on takeout until I couldn't afford it. And then maybe a forced diet for a little while. I do dishes, that's pretty much the extent of my food preparation ability."