As always, the immediate remark that comes to mind is one that pokes fun at Mako's expense — that cooking can't be that difficult if Mako's capable of it several times a day. There's just a certain pleasure that comes from momentarily knocking down the ego of someone normally so put-together, and someone who seems to enjoy lording over them whenever possible.
But Mako isn't around. And that changes everything.
"Well... I sometimes watched the cooks down at the South Pole, but the only easy dishes are, like. Stewed sea plums. And I don't know if they have those around here. They definitely don't have South Pole animals around, judging by the looks Naga gets," muses Korra, tilting her head. "Actually, I've seen a few people around with dogs. Can you imagine that? Just... dogs."
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Date: 2012-08-07 02:50 pm (UTC)But Mako isn't around. And that changes everything.
"Well... I sometimes watched the cooks down at the South Pole, but the only easy dishes are, like. Stewed sea plums. And I don't know if they have those around here. They definitely don't have South Pole animals around, judging by the looks Naga gets," muses Korra, tilting her head. "Actually, I've seen a few people around with dogs. Can you imagine that? Just... dogs."