Asami unpinned her hair with trembling hands and watched it fall. She took slow, steady breaths as she brushed it and tied her robe around her nightgown, the weight in her pocket thumping against her leg. She quickly wiped off some mascara that had smudged under her eyes and walked out into the living room, where Korra had dozed off on the couch listening to the radio. Her coat was draped over the edge above her. Asami could feel her smile getting a little too big to pass for a normal night, so she tried to suppress it and turned the music down.

"I think your show's over," she said as she sat down next to her.

Korra woke up with a start and dragged her hands down her face, groaning, "Ugh, I missed it!" She leaned forward with her hands on her knees and pointed a finger at Asami. "It was the brother who killed him, I know it."

"You'll just have to find out from Varrick tomorrow," said Asami. She reached over, pushed some of Korra's hair behind her ear and played with it a bit.

Korra sat back and narrowed her eyes. "Did you take your makeup off already?"

"Yeah."

"I can never tell. I don't know how you got so pretty."

Asami breathed an exaggerated sigh. "I guess being pretty is our lot in life." She combed her fingers through some of Korra's flyaways and held her face with both hands. She kissed her on the cheek and said, "I wanna talk to you about something."

She knelt down in front of the couch.

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine." She reached across Korra's lap and took both her hands. "So, I saw your parents."

"When did you see my parents?"

"A few months ago. You were on that diplomatic mission with Zhu Li."

"They never mentioned it."

"I, um...I asked them not to."

Any anxiety Asami had that Korra might catch on too soon was alleviated.

"Why not? Asami, did something happen? Should I be worried?"

She laughed softly. "No, Korra, it's okay. Just listen. I went down there because..." She took the jewelry case out of her pocket. "...I needed to get something." She opened it and turned the blue pendant toward Korra.

Korra stared at her, brow furrowed and mouth open slightly. She was silent.

"It was your grandmother's," said Asami.

"Who told you?"

Asami raised an eyebrow. "That it was your grandmother's?"

Korra put a hand on her forehead. "It was Bolin, wasn't it? It had to be. He was way too excited, and he always -"

"What are you talking about?"

"I knew I should've done this at dinner," said Korra, turning back and reaching into her coat pocket.

Asami pointed down at the necklace. "Korra, you understand what I'm doing here, don't you?"

"Yeah," she said, digging around in her pocket. "I do. Just one second."

Asami watched, puzzled, and her eyes went wide when Korra pulled out a small black box.

"I knew I should've done this at dinner," said Korra. "There were just so many people around. It was so loud." She opened the box, and inside was a gold ring with a red oval-cut diamond in the center.

Asami stood up and took the box from her, setting her own on the coffee table. "You were going to -"

"Yeah," she said with an exasperated sigh. "You beat me to it."

Asami leaned down and kissed her, both of them smiling into it.

"You know," said Asami. "Neither of us has actually asked the question yet. You can go first if you want."

Korra smirked. "You got down first. It's only fair."

With a grin on her face Asami handed the ring back to Korra and picked up the betrothal necklace. Korra put a hand to her chest and faked a gasp as though she was seeing it for the first time.

"Korra," she said. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Korra said before she'd even finished the last word. They laughed as Asami clasped the pendant around her neck. Korra held up the ring box. "And you?"

Asami shrugged. "Sure."

Korra rolled her eyes and slid the ring onto her finger. "You're lucky I love you."

Asami leaned in and straddled her on the couch. "Oh, you do, huh?"

"Yup," said Korra, and pulled her into a kiss.

Asami put her hands on the sides of Korra's face, and Korra shifted to lie down, taking Asami with her. They felt the pendant dangling in place as the orchestra on the radio swelled.