All Bolin can do as he finishes his last handful is just smirk at Korra. You took on this challenge, you knew what you were up against. He pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off the last bits of butter and shrimp on them before speaking.

"I will say that you did give me a good competition, but in the end, we both know who's stomach reigns supreme."

He feels fine, a bit full, but that feeling will pass soon enough.

"And I will accept a rematch whenever you feel up to the task once more, Ms. Old Champion."