Title: So, Uh…
Word Count: 850
Summary: [Mako and Korra try to make breakfast amongst the towers of boxes around them. Things don't go as planned. | Mako and Korra. Makorra.]

Rating: K+

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prompt· first morning in their new apartment

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Korra winces as she rolls over in the bed to bright sunlight. Pulling an arm across her face, she lets out a loud sigh, and inhales the scent of the sheets. Beside her, a person shifts in the covers and she rolls out of the sun to come face to face with Mako's tired eyes.

"Morning." She says and Mako, still groggy with sleep, props an arm under his pillow and smacks his mouth together.

"Morn'ng." he replies. Korra yawns and seeps back into her pillow, looking lazily at him through the puff of white. He lays his other hand between them and she puts hers there too and she can feel the warmth of the sunlight hitting the sheets, the skin of their hands.

"I'm tired." She says as she shifts her weight on the bed, her muscles are sore.

"It's from all the heavy lifting you did yesterday." Mako replies, tracing the curve of her thumb with his. "I told you to let me help."

"You'd just slow us down." She says. She's teasing, of course, but it's always fun to watch him pout when she says things like this. She turns her hand upward and laces her fingers between his. "Besides, I wanted to get everything in as fast as possible."

"And we still didn't get anything out of the boxes." Mako says, his eyes looking to the corner behind Korra that is stacked with cardboard and tape.

"We got a few things out," Korra says. "Like the pillows, blankets…"

"That's the only thing you labeled." He replies, smirking at her. She sticks her tongue at him.

"I wanted to make sure we could get some rest after the move, is all."

"Well, you've had plenty of rest…" Mako trails off and props himself up in bed and looks out with wonder, into the other rooms as if he could see what is in every one of them from his place on the mattress. He looks down to her.

"Breakfast?" he asks. Korra smiles.

"Thought you'd never ask."

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"So where are the plates?" Mako asks as they arrive in the cardboard packed kitchen.

"I'm not sure… check the boxes." Korra says and she opens a box to rummage through. After a few moments of digging she reaches her hand deep into the container to pull something out. "Found a frying pan."

"Good, I'll get started on something." Mako says, "I think Bolin left some bacon in the fridge from when we moved it out…"

"I've got this, City Boy." Korra says, poking the pan on his chest a few times. "You go back to plate-hunting."

"Are you sure?" Mako asks, his hands at his hips.

"I'm sure." She says, moving across the room to the fridge. She opens it and pulls out a half-eaten pack of seal-bacon. "I know what I'm doing."

"I know, I know." He says, opening another box. Korra grins with victory and runs off to the stove to begin cooking. She lights the stovetop and soon the room is filled with the sound of sizzling meat.

"Find the plates yet?" Korra calls out over the noise. Mako lifts another box to the ground and begins to look through the one underneath.

"Not yet," he says, digging through the box. "Do you think it might be in another room?"

"Maybe…" she says, poking at the meat with a wooden spoon. "Why don't you check the bathroom? Might be in there."

"Okay…"

Mako leaves and Korra continues to cook. Shifting the greasy slabs in the pan, her lower lips sticks out, staring at the meat.

"It's not cooking fast enough…" she grumbles.

Maybe a little firebending will help… she thinks and puffs out a small burst of fire underneath the pan. The grease starts bubbling furiously and Korra smiles, turning to the bathroom Mako went into.

"Find anything?" she calls.

"Not yet…" Mako voice sounds from the small bathroom. Then there is a pause and he says; "Do you smell smoke?"

Her heart goes into her stomach.

Oh please no –

She turns and finds, to her horror, the pan on fire with a high stack of flames reaching to the ceiling.

"Mako!" she yells and he comes rushing in just as she reaches for the pan, but it's hot and she's acting on instinct, so she does the thing Korra would do; she throws the pan away.

It lands on a box.

"You idiot!" Mako shouts and he rushes to the sink and turns the water on full blast. Korra quickly bends the water out of the sink and dumps it on the flaming box. The liquid falls and seeps into the charred cardboard, the pan is cooled and meat is all over the floor. Korra stares at the food and Mako does to. Then they stare at each other, dumbfounded.

Mako is the first to speak.

"So, uh... I heard there was a dinner down the stree-"

"Yes." Korra replies quickly, grabbing him by his shirt, she pulls him down the hallway, not even bothering to clean up the mess. "Let's go."

:Fin:

I swear this is the last time I write a fic where Korra (or anyone) is cooking – yikes. They hard so tedious to write. DX