( it isn't the message that draws him in. it's the spice. the smell in the air, wafting through the temple. it reminds him of something his mother used to make, some little slice of fire nation cuisine. he drifts in and then stops at the kitchen threshold. whatever or whoever he was expecting to find, it wasn't boreas. )
Oh. Uh... hi.
( he'd thought, for a moment...
but no. instead, he nods politely. mako isn't the most. naturally friendly person on the planet, but growing up with bolin has meant he can change hats if he needs to. )
Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Something from home?
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Oh. Uh... hi.
( he'd thought, for a moment...
but no. instead, he nods politely. mako isn't the most. naturally friendly person on the planet, but growing up with bolin has meant he can change hats if he needs to. )
Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Something from home?