A/N: Okay, so I planned this entire story out during that two-week lull between Korra episodes and it pretty much blew my story universe out of the water five minutes in. It's pretty much AU from episode 8 now, but I will address the discrepancies later in the story.

Meanwhile, I am nearing 100 alerts on this story and I. Am. JAZZED. I'm still answering reviews as I post this up, but I do read them and try to get back to them as quickly as possible. That being said, think we can hit 50 reviews before I upload the next chapter? I think we can. I know we can. Such is the power of the Tahnorra ship. Sail on, my sisters! SAIL ON.

Chapter 5: Onions

In a small booth in Narook's Seaweed Noodlery, Korra sat across from Tahno. It was lunchtime, and the small restaurant began to fill up as tables were seated and bowls were placed in front of their owners. In a quiet corner not yet touched by the crowd, Korra slurped a noodle into her mouth.

"You know, you didn't have to do this," she told him, mouth half-full as she spoke.

Across the table, Tahno shook his head and quietly sipped his tea. "I was already going to lunch anyway," he replied before cocking a brow at her. "Besides, your stomach sounded like an angry armadillo-bear. I figured I should save the city before your stomach went on a rampage."

Instinctively, Korra's arms hugged her sides as she recalled the events from an hour before. She had gone to pick up some custard buns for the kids as a treat from Pema when she ran into Tahno. He had invited her to dine with him, but just as she was about to decline, her stomach growled loud enough to slow a few people around them and she immediately regretted skipping breakfast that day. She may have gotten a free meal off of Tahno, but it did nothing to dampen her embarrassment as she pouted in her seat.

"Ha-ha, you think you're so funny," she snapped.

"Hilarious," he drawled slowly before picking up his chopsticks and pulling something from his bowl, putting it on the saucer underneath. He had been doing that the entire meal, she noticed, and leaned forward to see what it was.

"Are you picking the onions out of your noodles?" she asked, pushing away the hand that had been batting her away.

"…I just don't like them, okay?" he grumbled into the hand cradling his face, refusing to meet her gaze, and while she knew she shouldn't, a small chuckle escaped her lips. While she knew that Tahno was probably a bit high-maintenance, she had never expected him to be a picky eater and well…

…well if she allowed herself, she might have thought it was a bit cute.

It's my private headcanon that Tahno is a picky diva-queen who gets embarrassed over the fact that he is a picky-eater. I know it's a short chapter, but I'm just gearing up for the later stuff. Enjoy the simplicity while you can. Chapters 7 and 10 are going to be a doozy. Review please!