Korra glared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. OK, try again.
"Asamo Sati, will yo-"Come on, at least get her name right! Korra kicked the sink in frustration but all that accomplished was a sore toe.
She'd been at this for nearly an hour and hadn't come up with anything she'd ever consider saying to Asami unless her girlfriend decided to write a book called "The Worst Marriage Proposals Ever."
I wonder if Varrick's movers have any good proposal ideas. No, they probably involve saving the girl from giant shark squids and flying shirshus or something.
"I didn't like you at first but now I love you…obviously or I wouldn't be asking you to marry me."
Why is this so much harder than fighting off spirit monsters and crazy bloodbenders? At least that's fairly straightforward.
"You're the smartest, kindest, most beautiful woman in the world…"
And now you sound live a love-struck schoolgirl.
There was a knock on the door and Korra nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Korra? You in there?" Asami called.
"Uh, yeah." Korra called back, trying sound casual. "What's up?"
"I could use some help cleaning the living room. We're going to need a new couch and I think we should discuss alternative sleeping arrangements for Naga's pups."
Korra sighed and grabbed a mop. So much for sweeping Asami off her feet today.