Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Pairing(s): Makorra

Summary: Prompt - Sea prunes

Notes: Drabbling both on here and on my tumblr(s). It feels nice to have a canon OTP.

It was no secret that Korra couldn't cook to save her life. In fact, most domestic activities that Water Tribe women were accustomed to do were far outside of the Avatar's "can do" range.

It was impossible for Korra.

It was simply impossible and every single Water Tribe inhabitant knew of this.

So, why was the Avatar's own mother asking her daughter for assistance in such impossible tasks? Korra was still asking herself that question when Senna had requested Korra's assistance that evening.

"Korra, sweetheart, would you mind giving me a hand with dinner?" Senna glanced over expectantly at her daughter, who was stretched out on the fur-lined floor, resting against Naga's side.

The seventeen-year-old groaned and slumped heavily against the slumbering polarbeardog.

"Mom, you know I'm bad at housework. Especially cooking —" Korra eyed the bubbling pot her mother stood before disdainfully before continuing. "— and besides, I can't even remember how to make all that stuff. Pema cooked all of the food back on the island, and none were remotely similar to Water Tribe food."

Senna clicked her tongue and shook her head, "Korra, you're becoming a young woman now. You have to know how to do all of this housework; I mean, what's going to happen when you get married?"

Senna's voice rose a few octaves on 'married'. Korra stared at her mother incredulously. Senna's azure eyes kept drifting between her daughter and the window, where Mako, Bolin, and Asami were having a snowball fight with the kids outside.

Korra let out a small gasp.

"Oh no," Korra interjected, knowing exactly what her mother was hinting, "Mom, Mako and I are not — no, not anytime soon!"

"Korra, all men want their wives to know how to cook."

"That's how it is here, Mom," the Avatar responded patiently — she actually thought it was ridiculous that her mother was making such a big deal out of this, "It's different over in Republic City…and Mako's different from most men."

Senna watched as her daughter's expression softening instantaneously at the mere mention of Mako's name. Korra smiled to herself and reached over to stroke Naga's side thoughtfully.

"And besides," Korra continued, "if I never learn how to cook edible meals by the time it does happen, we'll be okay."

Korra's mother, being just as stubborn as Korra herself, would have — on a normal occasion — kept pushing the issue at hand, but for Korra to have such a loving expression…she didn't have the heart to try to burst her bubble.

So she dropped the topic.

The two Water Tribe women continued about their activities, Senna stewing her pot of Sea Prunes and listening to Korra's stories of her adventures in Republic City. They didn't even notice when Mako had stepped inside the house.

The firebender stooped over to press a kiss to Korra's forehead before walking over to Senna and her boiling pot.

"Sea prunes?" he inquired politely.

Senna smiled and nodded, "Yes! Though I can't quite pick another dish to go with it, and Korra over there," Senna spat her tongue out at her child, "doesn't think her assistance is necessary."

Mako laughed before looking over the sea prunes. Her rubbed his chin thoughtfully before standing up straight again, "You could try seaweed noodles with it. Actually, I have a recipe that will go perfectly with the sea prunes. Here, Senna, let me help you —"

The waterbender's perplexed expression sent Korra into a fit of laughter.

"I told you it'd be fine, Mom."

When Senna took the first bite of Mako's seaweed noodles, she couldn't have agreed more with her daughter.

Notes: Inspire me, kids (: