[ Dumplings! Bolin has never refused food in his life. He accepts the pack, popping the first one in his mouth and chewing it up. Though they've got that comforting, simple taste to them that could remind him of home if he had a physical home, he's careful not to gobble them up too quickly. He knows that being too excitable about food just means finishing it up quicker. When you don't have much? You make it last. He also can't encroach on Mako's share, anyway, even if his brother sometimes offers it to him. ]

Oh. He's taking his time, huh? Maybe he's got a lot of ... [ His tone wanes a little. ] old shopkeepers ... to threaten money from.

[ Bolin sure hates being a criminal. He's seen what the Triple Threats do to the innocent people of Republic City, many not quite rich enough to constantly pay their 'protection money' and still have enough for themselves. He hates being a part of that, but he knows leaving isn't an option right now. ]

Well, that might be a good thing too. Those lessons look really hard on you. [ He doesn't like to see his brother coming out of training effectively tasered, even if he an be healed. ]