"Why did I agree to this," Kuvira demands, pulling at her hair as she attempts to finish the damn cookies, "I'm not going to be able to do this,then it'll ruin the holiday, then your parents will hate me, then we'll eventually break up and they'll tell you I told you so and…"

"Kuvira," Korra sighs, grabbing her girlfriend's arm and turning her to face her, "Come on," she gives Korra a small smile, "My parents love you. You'll get these cookies, done. Even if you don't it'll be okay. "We're not going to break up over cookies." Korra lists off, "Take a deep breath, come on breathe with me. It'll be fine, Kuv. Just calm down."

Kuvira sighs, "You're right," she nods, "You're right." She repeats, "I'm sorry I'm just freaking out," Korra pulls her into a hug.

"You need to chill out, Kuv, it'll be fine." Korra pulls away, "Let me help, we'll get them done then be able to catch the plane fine tomorrow."

"You can't cook, Korra."

"And apparently you can't bake, Kuvira." She laughs softly, lifting the pan of hard pucks that should've been cookies, "Luckily for both of us, I can bake and you can cook. Now let me help." Korra smiles.

"Fine, Avatar," Kuvira sighs, "Let's see what you got."

Korra nods, "Hey, Kuv?" She calls over her shoulder. Kuvira turns, a single eyebrow raised. Korra takes a step closer to her, raising her hand and gently wiping at Kuvira's cheek, "You had powdered sugar on your face." She smiles.

Kuvira sighs, dropping her head on Korra's shoulder, "I'm done, the cookies win." She mutters into the younger woman's shoulder.

Korra bites her lip, trying to hold back a laugh, "Hey, it's okay, the cookies won't beat you."

"You're mocking me." Kuvira groans pulling away from Korra.

"A little bit," Korra nods, sticking her finger in the remaining batter, her face scrunching up, before turning to face a Kuvira, "Want to beat the eggs, and find a new bowl? I'll get the other stuff ready."

Kuvira nods, "yeah."

•••••

Thirty minutes later they have a pan of cookie dough, and faces covered in various baking ingredients. Korra frowns looking at Kuvira with green food dye smeared under her eye, making her green eyes look even greener than usual, and she's almost certain she has red dying her eyebrow. She laughs, looking down at her flour covered shirt, "We should probably shower before we go to the airport."

"We have three hours before we need to leave." Kuvira smirks, "and 20 minutes before this batch is ready." She leans in a hair's breadth away, "Wanna help me shower, Avatar?"

"I have never wanted anything more." Korra responds kissing the metalbender, before they stumble to the bathroom.

•••••

"You're amazing," Korra mumbles into Kuvira's neck, the shower pounding on the Avatar's back.

"And you're magnificent." Kuvira responds kissing her again.

Suddenly Korra pushes her away, "Shit," she looks at Kuvira, "Smell that?" Kuvira frowns for a moment before nodding, "We forgot the damned cookies." Korra states, jumping out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels and throwing it over her shoulders and running downstairs, to the kitchen, seeing smoke pouring out of the oven, "Fuck," she whispers, turning off then opening the oven, the remains of the cookies aflame.

Kuvira steps into the kitchen, opening the window above the sink, Korra bends the smoky air out and fresh air in, bending water over top the cookies, making sure not to let any get off the pan. After waiting a couple minutes to be sure the cookies are out, she pulls the pan out and places it with a clang into the sink, "Well," she sighs looking towards the still smoldering remains, "Could've been worse." She offers weakly.

"True," Kuvira nods, "But I don't think we should be using the oven right after that. So we won't have any cookies."

"True," Korra echoes, "I'll call mom and dad, let them know, then we'll clean this up and go?"

"Yeah," Kuvira runs her hand through her hair.

•••••

The plane ride to the South Pole wasn't as long as it felt. Kuvira knows it's only five hours, but if asked, she'd always swear it was 15 minimum. All to go to the bitter cold Southern Water Tribe. Korra loves it though, so Kuvira wouldn't exchange it for the world. Senna and Tonraq are waiting for them at the gates, just like they always are, "Mom, Dad." Korra smiles, running up to them, Tonraq pulling her into a hug as Senna does the same to Kuvira.

"How was the flight?" Senna asks as they switch girls, Tonraq now hugging Kuvira and Senna hugging her daughter.

"Long."

"Fine."

"So you girls are not future bakers?" Tonraq laughs, Kuvira wishes her face would cool down as Korra rolls her eyes.

"We were doing fine, dad. Just forgot them in the oven getting ready to come visit you guys."

Senna sends her husband a look, "He does mean anything by it, you two, we're just happy that it didn't do any damage. And that you guys are okay."

Korra nods, "Can we go home?" She asks, "I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, Sweetie, let's go get your guy's bags." Senna nods.

•••••

The Southern Water Tribe Royal Palace is grand, that's the only way Kuvira can describe even almost five years after first seeing it. Tonraq grabs both their bags, "I'll take these to your guy's room." He smiles at them as Senna leads the younger girl's into the building.

"I trust you guys can decorate cookies at least?" She grins leading them to the kitchen.

"Mom," Korra whines, "It wasn't as bad as you guys think that it was."

Senna laughs, "I know, Sweetie, but you two are still helping us decorate these." She tells them opening the kitchen door to reveal a table full of sugar cookies in various shapes.

Korra leans back towards Kuvira, "You know, Kuv, I'm thinking maybe should have let the evil cookies win."

"Come on Avatar, I'm sure we can do this," Kuvira grins, kissing Korra's cheek, "Where do you want us to start, Senna?"