A/N: Okay, can we pretend there are turkey basters in the Avatar universe? Yeah / yeah? I couldn't think of a replacement.

"So dad, what's up?" Bumi asked, falling back onto the couch. Kya joined them, still careless and nimble on her sixty year old limbs.

"For the last time," Korra grumbled, "Stop calling me that."

Katara smiles at them from the doorway. She and her children travelled back to Republic City for Tenzin's birthday; the elderly waterbender wondered now if they could've chosen a better time. Pema was ready to burst. There was a war going on, and last but not least, the house was full of teenagers.

It was good to be back.

Korra's discomfort was understandable. Katara had tried to bring up as little about her relationship to Aang as she could. Sometimes the young Avatar would request that she told her stories, and Katara tried to keep them as platonic as possible. It was very lucky all Korra wanted to hear about was fighting.

Her youngest son sat solemnly on the chair adjacent to the couch. His eyes were on Pema, watching her as she prepared dinner in the next room. Katara knew how worried he was about her. Tenzin never stopped worrying.

"It's true, isn't it?" Kya grinned, wrapping an arm around Korra and mussing her hair with a fist. Bumi's smile was splitting his face.

Six or sixty, her children never changed.

"Wait!" the young Earthbender said, realization dawning on his face. He, Mako, and Asami were sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall. Their long legs were stretched out in front of them. "Does that mean that you two- you two- you did- you-" He gestured wildly between Katara and Korra, his cheeks reddening.

The room was suddenly filled with noise.

First there was the booming laughter of her eldest. Kya keeled over, clutching her sides. Bumi literally fell of the couch, and Pema rushed in to check on him.

Tenzin, on the other hand, was yelling. He'd stood up immediately and was towering over the young Earthbender, pointing and screaming something about DON'T BRING HIS MOTHER INTO THESE INSIPID JOKES. His face was redder than a tomato, and his cape was whipping in the sudden wind.

It was nice to know Tenzin had gotten something from Katara, even if it was just her temper.

Bolin was quivering with fear.

Korra was also yelling.

"No, no, no, no!" she shouted, plugging her ears, "As far as I'm concerned, they used a turkey baster!"

"Ask Tenzin about what they used!" Pema replied, having decided Bumi was fine. "Evidently he wasn't great at knocking!"

Asami was laughing now, and Katara took a moment to appreciate the girl's smile. She hadn't seen it at all during her visit.

Then she got down to business.

A strong temper didn't just go away with age.