Here's another update, kiddos! I think I'm going to end this short soon. I have three chapters planned and then this is DONE. I dunno. Is that a good thing? Anyways, there isn't much romance to this one, and it's kind of like a filler. The big darlings come next. Short little thing. I mostly posted this for the author's note :P Tell me what you think! Should I have an epilogue too? I always wanted to do a family fic for them but... eh. I dunno.

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"What's with the grin, city boy?" Korra asked when Mako ascended the steps into his makeshift attic house. His grin didn't falter as he moved to the stove.

"What are you doing here, Korra?" He dodged. "Where's Bolin? It's nearly six o'clock; you could stay here to eat if you want."

"Quit your rambling," Korra said. "I'm here because Bolin's trying to make up a day of training by himself. He requested I stay to babysit Pabu."

Mako frowned slightly. "You should have gone to train with him. He could get hurt, or-,"

"Mako, he's fifteen. He'll be okay. And stop avoiding the question."

"Question?"

"The grin."

"I can't grin?"

"You don't do it often. Usually, all I see is a sullen-faced teenage boy."

"Thanks, Korra."

"Answer the question, Mako."

Mako quieted and began searching for something to cook, allowing a few minutes of peace between them. Before too long, the smile crept onto his face again.

"There! It's there again!" Korra exclaimed.

"It… It's nothing," he dismissed. "I was hit by a moped today."

"Hit by a moped, huh?" She mused. "That makes you happy?"

"I guess so."

"Crazy jerk."

"Thanks."