Asami walks into her study, a steaming mug in hand.
"Your coffee, Miss Avatar."
Korra looks up, seated behind Asami's desk. "I'm flattered. Don't you have a butler who does that?"
"You're a special guest," Asami replies, setting down the mug. "I don't mind serving you."
She cocks her head. "Oh, really..."
"Keep your mind in the present, Korra."
The Avatar pines. "I've been a lonely girl at sea, you know."
"I don't see you making an effort to fix that," Asami says, gesturing to the newspaper in front of her.
Korra sighs, one hand under her chin. "The more I read it, the more surreal it seems."
"It does, doesn't it?" Asami says, sitting on a small couch perpendicular to the desk. "When you think about it, we were in three places at once last night."
Korra groans, rubbing her temple.
"Sounds like you don't want to think about it," Asami chuckles.
"Please, no."
She takes a sip of the coffee, its rich aroma clearing her head. Her eyes fall on Asami's hands, interlocked in her lap.
"What does that mean?"
"Hmm?"
"That gesture you're doing," Korra says. "I saw you and Lin making it last night."
Asami glances down. "Oh," she says, separating her fingers. "It represents the past and present colliding. We use it to identify ourselves to other agents in the field."
Korra sits back in Asami's very comfortable chair. "Agents, huh?"
"You'll learn all this, don't worry about it for now. I'm glad you're on board, though."
"Me too, I think…"
"What are you thinking?" Asami asks, when Korra falls silent and stares down at the newspaper.
She scratches her chin, eyes moving from the frozen flames engulfing the Arena's roof, to the date, and back again.
"Do you have any scissors?"