AN: Again I think we'll mix things up today. This one will be a little bit AU. I've never done a whole lot of AU. Might take a crack at it with a few of these, if you don't mind. I hope you enjoy. :D

Requested by Flamey-O's

happy meal

There was a lot of in fighting in the back seat. Asami had half a mind to invest in a bullhorn. She considered that her car horn would probably suffice.

"Will you all SHUT UP." She screamed, a vein popping out of her forehead. She gripped the steering wheel deadly tight, her head thrown over her shoulder to glare at her three companions. Bolin sat next to her in the passenger seat. He was suspended over the back of his seat, towering over the form of Korra in the back. Korra, by contrast, seemed to be sinking deeper into the cushions of the car in wake of Asami's gaze. Next to her sat Mako, his hand frozen midair where he'd been intending to poke his brother out the opposite side of the car.

"I swear to the spirits, if you all don't calm down and figure out what you're ordering I will turn this car around and you all can go ask Pema to make you dinner. I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige at this time of night." Asami threatened venomously. They'd been sitting at the drive thru for a good fifteen minutes. Three cars had already pulled around them and left in frustration.

"Look, I don't see why I can't get the 50 piece chicken nuggets." Bolin complained loudly, watching his brother's suspended hand carefully.

"Because you won't eat that much, Bo. We both know that." Mako argued, falling back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

"All I wanted was for someone to explain to me what a happy meal is. I'm from the water tribe remember. The only fast food we have we must kill ourselves." Korra pointed out, her voice irritated. She climbed awkwardly over Mako to peer at the menu. "To be honest, this all looks really disgusting."

"It is." Asami noted dryly. "But I personally think it's better than water tribe food. I'm not big on noodles." Asami splayed her hands, letting the anger seep slowly from her body. She stiffened as she felt the force of three collective glares behind her. She looked up to find Bolin staring deep into her face.

He poked a decisive finger into her shoulder. "Don't. Knock. The noodles."

"I'm not sure they'll let you have a happy meal, Korra. It's technically for kids." Mako noted, studying the menu through her arms. He didn't seem bothered that she was practically sitting on top of him.

Korra pouted. "But I've never had one. I don't know what they are. It's um... Exploratory purposes. Besides, I'm the Avatar. They can't say no to me. And if they do..." She trailed off, lifting a hand and lighting it with a manic grin.

"Oh, okay, down girl. They probably won't ask." Mako laughed, placing a tempering hand on her outstretched arm and bringing her gently back to her seat.

"We still haven't settled what I'm going to get. I really want the 50 piece." Bolin whined, gripping his chin and staring at the menu with determination. Mako rolled his eyes.

"We've talked about this Bo. The 50 piece costs more and you won't eat all of them. They don't exactly keep well. This place isn't exactly known for the quality of it's food."

"He's got a point." Asami noted, rubbing her temple. She was developing a headache. She just wanted to order.

"Come on, Mako. I swear I'll eat all of them." Bolin pleaded, summoning his most puppy-like expression and unleashing it upon the elder boy.

"Oh spirits, I'll pay for the stupid 50 piece if you really want them, Bo." Asami declared, banging a frustrated hand against the steering wheel.

"Yes!" Bolin whooped and settled back into his seat with a large grin plastered to his face.

Mako huffed and stared back at the menu as if it were some beautiful landscape worth examining. "If you get sick from all those nuggets don't expect me to go down to the pharmacy in the middle of the night. And if you start gassing up the apartment tonight, you're sleeping on the roof."

Bolin didn't seem particularly disturbed. Korra, however, looked quite aghast. "Are you sure eating at this place was a good idea?"

Asami barked a laugh and nodded, finally leaning over her window to begin reciting their order. "Trust me, Korra. You haven't lived until you've had a happy meal."