Prawns. [ A frown. ] ....There are prawns in your world. Right? [ Indulgently, he watches her eat. But his smile has faded in favor of something more thoughtful, a vague and drifting sort of look. He shakes it -- and the reflux of Pai memories -- aside. When she drops the stick and beams, he doesn't scold her. Only dabs at the corners of her mouth with his thumb, wiping the smudges of sauce there. He's on the verge of suggesting a session of face-washing -- when a shifty-eyed stranger near the stall taps his shoulder. ]

Hey man -- Hook you up with somethin'?

[ Hei frowns. ] Like what?

Anything like anything. [ Oh great. A drug dealer. Leave it to the weekend to lure the roaches out. Hei shakes his head. ] We're fine. [ The man shrugs, no apology, then yanks up his baggy pants and swaggers across the street toward a new pair of marks. The scent of weed and alcohol fades with his every step. Sighing, Hei refocuses on Korra. ] Have you ever eaten crab congee?

[ Because the market doesn't feel so child-friendly right now. ]