poly_chromatic | ♦ ♦ 8th Contract

[ 'Li' stands in his spartan kitchen. Surrounded by steaming pots and colorful heaps of groceries, he chops vegetables at uncanny speed. At the counter is an embarrassment of dishes. One would assume he's expecting company. ]

[ Nope. That's just how much the boy eats. ]

Prenups, hm? Practical.

Except a perfect contract doesn't guarantee perfect results.

[ Stew simmers in the big pot as he sautes the onions together with garlic and beef cubes, adding water-chestnuts and baby corn. He tips the contents of the saucepan into the pot, stirring it in with a wooden spoon. Noticing the Network device, he smiles benignly. ]

I hope everyone's having a good week. The previous curses ~~revealed valuable information~~ were really difficult for some people. [ He moves to mix sauces in a small bowl. Stops, as if remembering something. ] Oh -- and Korra? [ A blush spreads across his face. He stammers like a tall boy whose voice has cracked. ] You'll, um, have to tell me what Water Tribe dishes you like. Also, maybe we could sit down and discuss this ... document-thing the City's lawyers drew up? At least before we, um ... [ He blushes again. Returns to stirring the sauce with renewed vigor. ]

[ Such a bold and assertive Groom-to-Be. ]

[ OOC: Cursed. And probably dimly aware he's cursed? He knows he'd have no logical reason to marry except as a cover. The strikeouts in the prenup indicate his thoughts. ]