Bumi stops short of what he was doing. Tigerdillo?
"Were you really?" Because if anyone has the right to question someone's outlandish story, it's Bumi.
Right?
At any rate the mention of the tigerdillo only slows Bumi down a second, after that initial pause he's back to moving the large tray of food to the warming station.
"In the far bin we have sweet and sour artic-hen, crispy deep-fried wontons, and this here is bean curd, Fire Nation style."
Bumi then leans a bit in to stage whisper for Bolin's benefit.
"Can't stand the stuff personally, so I have to make it taste like anything else.]"
No no, I'M sorry for the delay.
"Were you really?" Because if anyone has the right to question someone's outlandish story, it's Bumi.
Right?
At any rate the mention of the tigerdillo only slows Bumi down a second, after that initial pause he's back to moving the large tray of food to the warming station.
"In the far bin we have sweet and sour artic-hen, crispy deep-fried wontons, and this here is bean curd, Fire Nation style."
Bumi then leans a bit in to stage whisper for Bolin's benefit.
"Can't stand the stuff personally, so I have to make it taste like anything else.]"
Bumi: The quasi-airbender who hates bean curd.