Korra shouldered off against Mako, her chin set high and her eyebrows furrowed.
"No," she spat. "No way."
"Come on, Korra," Mako urged. "You lost fair and square."
"You cheated."
"So did you."
"Hmph."
He brushed his hands up and down her arms, trying to coax compliance out of her.
She frowned and backed away. "Don't."
He let his hands fall innocently to his sides. "Don't what?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Don't go all sweet on me. I know your tricks, Mako."
"I'm not trying to pull any tricks, I'm just waiting for you to hold up your end of the bet."
"I told you I'm not doing it."
"Then you should have made the bet."
"I didn't think I would lose!"
"That's the thing about betting," Mako laughed. "It doesn't matter what you think, the outcome is never a sure thing."
She pouted again and he sighed.
"Is it really that difficult for you?" He asked, truly curious.
Her pride stuck in her throat. "No. You were right."
A wide grin stretched across his face. "And?"
She sighed.
"And?" He prompted again.
She screwed her eyes shut. "And I was wrong."
He tickled her sides to get rid of the pained look on her face at her confession. She shouted at him to stop, laughing and squirming away. Mako knew he was forgiven - otherwise he'd be on the floor in two seconds flat.
"That'll teach you to bet against me on who can eat the most noodles!"