A/N: Look, a happy chapter! Not only is this is a happy chapter, but it's actually part one of two. The resolution, not to be confused with the Revelation, is coming your way tomorrow.

I'm a car junkie, so the satomobiles excite me as much as they do Bolin. In his defence, though, he hasn't had the ability to get a licence, since he and Mako were dirt poor. Bo's love of cars will factor into Scarf, that prequel for LoK I'm writing about the fabulous bending brothers.

Though you have to admit that Bolin's the more fabulous of the two.

It excites him, all spun silver and layered metal and curved chrome, a great regal beast waiting for him to sit down, ignite the flames deep within its belly, and push it to its limits, growling like a tigerdillo.

He smiles. Oh, yes.

But the driving itself. Sure, he can play around with the steering, but growing up poor doesn't exactly entail free wheels to go with the box on the corner.

While he ignores his lack of expertise, he revolves around it, eager gaze raking over its sleek design, cushioned seats, and open carriage. His hands spread out on its metal, running over it, noting with dissatisfaction the thin layer of dust and grime that comes away on his fingers.

Undoubtedly it's the second most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The first most beautiful, of course, is still at airbending training what's-his-name. Tenzin. He'll have to introduce himself. "Hello, how are you doing, I'd like to take the Avatar on a date. You know I'm trustworthy, Maester Tenzin. Don't you trust this face?" He nods to himself, smiling. "Though maybe I shouldn't say date. I know. The Avatar needs to go an extra practice session for the tourney. Yeah. That sounds better. I like that better."

"What do you like better?"

Playing it cool, he spins around on his heel; she strides towards him, dressed in an unflattering airbending outfit. Maybe that's why the Air Nomads are supposed to be monks—everyone looks ugly in that uniform. Praying a blush won't betray him, he lifts a hand in greeting and tries to say something, but he can't even remember his own name.

"The fact that you seem in a better mood today," he responds. "Not thinking about Mako?"

She puts her hands on her hips. The one good thing about the outfit is that it gives him a better view of her lower body, usually covered by her skirt, and he decides he likes what he sees. "Maybe that girl'll run him over next time she hits him." He senses the barely supressed hurt in her voice. "Hey, get away from that satomobile. It's mine."

"Yours? Why's it undriven?" Tapping two fingers against the steering wheel, he waggles his eyebrows. "This baby—that's how I bol. Get it?"

A smirk. Rolling up her sleeves, she leans over the satomobile to remove the bright red ribbon. "Do you know how to drive?"

He brings his hands together and shakes his head. "Do I know how to drive? Do I know how to drive? I'm the very best, like no one ever was, Korra." Motioning at the wheel, he spins it around. "Turn right to go right, left to go left, pedal to the metal, the usual."

She laughs. "Okay, okay, you're up. Key's in the driver's seat." Without further ado she slides into the right and motions for him to join her.

He swallows. This is his chance to impress her.

If he doesn't kill the both of them first.