Zhao blinked a few times. "Uh..rice. And noodles." He said with a shrug. "We have pies sometimes too. It's not bad." He said quietly. "So where are you from?" He asked stupidly, not noticing the obvious fire nation symbols on her clothing. He finally looked and saw them. "Oh. Fire nation." He said quietly before studying his feet. "Our food is probably nothing like the food in the capital." He said quietly.