A/N:Another drabble of the Korran (genderbent!Korra) / Iroh pairing for rebelious-messiah on Tumblr. Enjoy~

Korran impatiently tapped his fingers on the table. The Noodle place was dimly lit and the soft pulsating music played from the back of the restaurant. Korran glanced up at the ticking clock over the bar and puffed a worried sigh.

Well he isn't technically late. Korran thought stirring the straw in his glass of leechi juice; he began to chew on his bottom lip nervously. Korran's pursuit of the young general lasted almost three weeks, and he put valuable time and effort in getting as close as he could with him. Once Korran felt that their relationship had grown, and he gathered up enough of the courage, he finally asked Iroh to accompany him for a bowl of noodles. Iroh had laughed a bit, which made Korran want to melt simply because he thought Iroh's laugh was amazing, but Iroh agreed to the bowl of noodles.

Before Korran left for the restaurant, he had spent the better part of the evening in front of the mirror practicing everything from his smile to the way he'd ask how Iroh liked the food. But now that he was here sitting in the restaurant his stomach had flipped over so many time that it was impossible to do anything right anymore. Korran buried his face into his hands with a frustrated groan.

"Is this seat taken?" Korran looked up blinking stupidly.

He stood abruptly realizing who it was, "N-no! Of course not!" Korran exclaimed waiting for Iroh to sit down.

"I'm not late am I?" Iroh asked reaching for a menu.

"Of course not, I was just a bit early." Korran chuckled blushing slightly.

A waitress appeared at their table smiling, "I see your date have finally arrived, huh Korran?" She giggled and prepared her small order book.

Korran turned a darker shade of red and hid behind his menu, "Um, yeah." He gulped and peeked at Iroh who was smiling back at the waitress.

"I'll take it you have your usual then?" the waitress suggested. Korran nodded afraid if he spoke he'd just choke on his words. Instead he just watched Iroh order his food, watching those perfect lips move and letting the beautiful noise fill his ears.

The waitress then wrenched the menu out of Korran's hands exposing his red face. They're eyes locked fixing the two of them in their seats. Korran was completely hypnotized by Iroh's golden eyes.

"So," Iroh started, "how is the training going?"

Korran blinked snapping himself out of his trance and blushed again since he was sure that he looked idiot. "Well, um, Tenzin keeps me busy. Even though I know how to airbend now I still have a lot to learn. Or so I'm told"

Iroh smiled playing with his napkin, "You enjoy it though, I hope."

Korran scrunched up his face, "Sure. I mean I'd rather training go a bit faster but," he pointed his finger in the air, "Only those who truly understand knowledge achieve it with proper preparation." Korran said mimicking Tenzin almost perfectly.

Iroh chuckled lightly at the impression, "Does he really say things like that?" He asked through his staggered laughs.

Korran grinned, "Maybe not exactly like that, but pretty close. Half the time I don't know what he's saying." The two took a moment to laugh together.

"What about you though? What is it exactly you do for the United Forces?" Korran inquired curiously.

Iroh paused for a moment having to think about it, "I guess you could say I'm more of a head figure." He explained. "My main job is to travel the world and make sure all of the nations sanctioned under the United Forces. You know, keep the peace as much as I can." Korran could see Iroh chewing on his tongue as he thought. "Other than that, if the council has a specific –er– mission for me they'll send me a message with their orders and I carry it out to the best of my abilities. Spirits forbid I actually have to do anything drastic." Iroh's mood dropped slightly but he brushed it off with a grin.

"I'm sure you'd make the right decisions if it ever came down to it. But I agree, Spirits forbid." Korran reassured him.

In that moment the waitress returned with their dinner, two steaming bowls of noodles. Korran immediately dug in taking a giant mouthful and slurping up the few strands that didn't make it in.

Iroh laughed again and reached across the table with his napkin to wipe the sauce that splattered up on Korran's cheek. "You really like this stuff don't you?" He asked making Korran blush again.

"It is my favorite after all."