"A what name?" Why did nothing he say make any sense? Korra shook her head in confused wonder, glad to have an interruption when a crewman brought by a tray of food and drink.

She couldn't help but smile a little that it was all authentic Southern Water Tribe dishes. Trust Asami to make sure the Avatar's airship had a chef from her home. There were green seaweed noodles in ink sauce, stewed sea plums, fried yak liver, octopus tentacles, kombu soup.... Korra licked her lips and moved from her chair to a low couch in front of the table. She gestured for Weird American Named Snake to join her.

"Help yourself."