[A/N] Still waiting on my beta reviewer for Food Fight, so knocked this out while waiting to change the laundry. Unlike Food Fight, I'm trying to keep these chapters short and sweet (and silly) and not spend a bunch of time editing. It's an experiment to see how well I can do with a different writing technique, so let me know how it's working for you.

ALSO, if you've actually been to Burning Man and have any good stories you'd like to share, please leave 'em in the comments or send me a message, maybe there will be something I can incorporate...

Cheers!

The salt rose sluggishly, swirling briefly before collapsing into untidy heaps. Korra tried a different form, this time raising the salt into a single small pillar that quivered awkwardly, then collapsed.

She blew out her breath irritably. "It doesn't feel right. Bolin, you try."

Bolin smirked and set his feet, then his arms flowed upward, his eyes fixed on the pile of salt next to Korra.

Nothing happened.

Bolin's jaw dropped, and he quickly moved into a new form, willing the salt into a neat disc that he would launch…

His jaw dropped as a few scattered crystals rolled over, and were still.

"I'm broken!" Bolin wailed, kicking the salt pile in a petulant fury.

Korra smacked her forehead with her palm before stalking over to Bolin and grabbing his shoulders, shaking him.

"Could you please pretend to have two brains cells that talk to each other? It's not you, it's the salt!"

Bolin's sobs stopped abruptly. "Really? How could that be? Asami said salt is just another mineral, like a different type of rocks."

"I'm sure she did, but that doesn't guarantee that it's going to behave the way we expect, and trust me, this is not going to work for any earth bender."

In the distance they heard angry swearing, and turned to see Opal and Asami staggering towards them, brushing themselves off furiously. They were covered with a fine white powder and their irritation oozed off of them.

Korra sprinted over to them, skidding to an anxious stop next to her girlfriend. "Are you guys okay? What the hell happened?"

Opal continued muttering curses non-stop under her breath, her rage palpable, so Asami answered. "Opal tried doing an air bend and it turned into a little salty dust devil that proceeded to dump all over us. And by the way it totally itches."

Bolin's eyes widened and he looked around at the brightly glowing landscape around them, then back at his fuming girlfriend.

"Maybe this isn't a good place to host the festival," he managed finally. "Can we go now?"

Asami pulled off her jacket, shook it out, and brushed more salt from her shoulders.

"I'm taking a shower before we do anything."

Opal groaned. "Oh spirits, a shower sounds awesome." She paused, catching the look exchanged by the CEO and the Avatar. "You better not use up all the hot water having sex in the shower, Asami!"

"You wound me."

"I know you."

—

Asami smiled as the ship's steward laid out platters of food and started pouring the wine. She felt pleasantly clean and the kind of relaxed that only comes after multiple orgasms; the fact that Korra was particularly creative in her waterbending always added pleasantly to any bathing experience. And while she was technically working, having accepted this as a commission for Future Industries, this felt much more like a vacation and she was loving every minute of it. Next to her Korra ran her fingers absently over Asami's knuckles as they listened to Opal describe their next location to investigate.

"The sandbenders call it The Playa. It's a big flood plain and apparently it still gets inundated every year. When it's not flooding it's either muddy or dusty, which is why it wasn't my first choice. However, there's no salt, just regular dirt, and apparently the flood season is really short so we can schedule around it."

"How long until we get there?" Bolin asked Asami.

Asami sipped her wine while she thought back to the map she had left at the navigation station.

"We should get there tomorrow afternoon I think."

"Awesome!" Bolin shoveled in a huge mouthful of food and chewed enthusiastically. "Have you come up with any ideas on some of the other stuff we talked about yet?"

"Some," Asami replied. "It is somewhat dependent on how remote our final site turns out being, and what's already in place."

"Huh? What do you mean? There's not going to be anything out there."

"Except water, hopefully. Having a local water supply would simplify the amount everyone would have to bring themselves. Otherwise we have to tell everyone they need to bring their own, and figure out how to help them get it there."

"Remind me why we need to have this festival out in the middle of fucking nowhere again?" Korra demanded. "I mean, why couldn't it just be back on Ember Island?"

Opal looked up. "It's not really big enough Korra, and the people who live on Ember Island weren't thrilled at the thought of a horde of people invading. Izumi and Suyin thought that it would better if we could find a place that was big enough to hold a lot of people and have room for a lot of cool things to happen where there would be a lot of open space and no chance of doing expensive property damage."

Bolin chewed furiously before adding, "Izumi said the old festivals had firebenders doing these really crazy art stuff with huge flaming things, and where they used to have the festival has a hotel on it now, so no way to do it there anyway."

Korra perked up at the idea of huge amounts of fire being thrown around artistically. "Soo, now that it's going to be more than firebending, we should expect to also have room for air, earth and water insanity, all done in the name of art?"

Opal sighed. "That's the hope. It was easy to get the air nomads interested, and there are already lots of earth and metalbender sculptors that are very excited about the idea…" she trailed off.

"Let me guess," Korra drawled. "Hard to find folks in the Tribes interested in trying to do waterbending art in a desert."

"Well, if you're going to put it like that-" Opal retorted indignantly.

"It's okay, Opal," said Korra indulgently. "I know you need my genius to help with this."

Opal looked at the Avatar skeptically. "What do you think you can do?"

Korra smirked. "I'm going to get in contact with Kya, and let her figure it out. If anybody can do it, she can."

Asami burst out laughing. "Genius, indeed."

Opal and Bolin looked at each other, and started chuckling.

"Perfect."