Note: Well, the people have spoken, and it seems like we'll be spending the focus of the next few chapters on relationships. Thank to everyone who took the time to tell us their thoughts. If you want more mystery, don't worry: it's not going away. We have big plans for that soon, so stay tuned. As always, review if you can; it's very helpful.

Korra was in somewhat of a predicament.

It wasn't a predicament that was going to bring about the end of the world. No buildings were in danger of being destroyed. No people were in risk of being lit on fire, or pummeled by boulders, or drowning in a flood. A nation wasn't rising in a totalitarian dictatorship, threating death and destruction wherever they went. The moon was not about to plummet into the Earth. The sun was not going to explode and decimate the solar system. In reality, it was much worse than that.

Korra needed to pick an outfit for the most important date of her life.

This task should not have been difficult at all. Given the turmoil she had faced throughout her life, it seemed like the choice of dress would be entirely inconsequential. Sadly, to Korra, it seemed like the most crucial decision in the world. Picking the correct outfit was essential to maintaining the balance Korra had fought so hard to achieve for four years. She could only imagine the horrified expression on Asami's face if she were to wear the wrong thing. She would be dumped immediately, discarded like a worthless animal, a plaything, a washed-up disgrace of a human being.

The source of the problem was inexperience. Korra had dressed for numerous fancy occasions before. She had a wide variety of clothing to choose from. She really should have known better. Yet, the truth was that she did not know any better. Fashion was not something that she was an expert in; usually, when she had to dress up in something fancy, someone else helped her get ready, someone who had much more experience in the field of eloquence. Plus, there was another wrench in the system.

"Stop by my place at 6:30 sharp," Asami had told her over the phone. "And I mean six in the morning, Korra. I have something special planned, so don't be late. Oh, and try not to wear anything too elegant, alright?"

It was the last sentence that was causing so much difficulty. Why wouldn't Asami want her to wear anything elegant? It was going to be their last time together for at least a month, so why would they not celebrate it with something elegant? It was already suspicious enough that she had to arrive at the Sato estate before the sun fully rose in the sky. Korra wasn't an expert on Republic City, but she knew quite well that the best places to have romantic gatherings were only available during the late hours of the night. Surely, Asami must have recognized this, and she also must have known that these places were very high-class establishments. Therefore, either Asami was purposefully avoiding romance and tenderness with every fiber of her being, or she was screwing with Korra's head, and really wanted her to wear something elegant. Korra briefly considered it. Women were complicated beings after all, she figured. Maybe when Asami had said not to wear something elegant, she was speaking sarcastically. Maybe, the true message was lost on her. It now seemed incredibly apparent to Korra that Asami was messing around with her, testing to see if Korra really knew her merits. It was all an elaborate ruse to show the Avatar's weakness, and once that weakness was exposed, Asami would have closed in for the kill.

Korra sighed deeply, and thrust her head into a pillow. She was bewildered, irritated, and felt like everyone was out to sabotage her. And it was all over a stupid outfit.

There was a knock at the door, and before she could speak, a youthful, tattooed face poked its head into the room.

"Hey, you're missing dinner," Jinora stated worriedly. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah… unless you count the fact that my life is about to be ruined," Korra moped. Jinora sighed and stepped into the room. It was shocking to Korra how much she had grown in the past few years, blossoming into a beautiful young woman right before her very eyes. The airbending master took a seat on the bed, and clasped her hands together.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jinora asked sweetly.

"You're not my therapist," said Korra.

"That still doesn't mean I can't help," Jinora said defensively. "Remember that time I helped you fall in love with Mako."

"Remember that time I ended up dating his ex?" Korra retorted. "Besides, you weren't really even all that helpful; Pema gave me all the advice. How did you even know this was a relationship thing, anyway?"

"Because Korra, with you, it's either relationships or tyrants. And last time I checked, the world was at peace."

"Fair point," Korra smirked. "Still, someone with your level of maturity shouldn't be giving advice to anyone. Advice somehow seems more appropriate when it comes from someone with a lot of knowledge and experience."

"Are you trying to suggest that I'm immature?"

"Well… you know… the gathering—"

"Oh, I can't believe that's still an issue!" Jinora screamed, slamming her fists against the mattress. It was an issue that had been bothering her for years, one that no matter how hard she tried to shake off, it stayed attached to her like glue. The "gathering" that Korra was referring to was an incident that occurred two years prior involving a lot of painful mistakes. There had been some sort of formal gathering at Air Temple Island, where many of her family members happened to be gathered for some specific reason she could not remember. At some point, late into the evening, she recalled Kai coming up to her and handing her a glass full of dark liquid. He told her that he had been offered it by a man from the Northern Water Tribe, who claimed that it was an exotic and rare drink meant only to be had on the most special of occasions. Naturally, Jinora—who understood that it was customary to take a drink when offered—gulped down the beverage with her boyfriend, who apparently expected the liquid to be safe and relatively harmless. Afterwards, she couldn't remember a single thing that occurred over the next several hours. Korra eventually told her that several notable diplomats found them both in the bay without tops and making out furiously in a drunken stupor. After that, she was told that she summoned a whirlwind to topple man of the diplomats to the ground, vomited, and broke three tables before finally collapsing and passing out in the middle of the party. Ever since, despite her best efforts, she had earned somewhat of a nasty reputation with her family, particularly with her father. Even though she had done so much to prove that she was worthy of her tattoos, she couldn't get rid of that one, horrible memory.

Jinora groaned. "Fine. If you don't want my help, then I guess I'll just go away."

"No, wait," Korra said quickly. "I really need someone to talk to. Besides, no one really cares about that gathering thing anymore."

"I'll believe that when I'm allowed to babysit again," Jinora muttered under her breath. "So, what's the problem?"

"Well, you know how I have the date with Asami tomorrow?"

"You mean the one you haven't stopped squealing about?"

"Yeah. She told me that I was supposed to wear something that wasn't fancy tomorrow, but if she really loves, she would take me somewhere where dressing fancy would be a requirement. I'm really freaking about it, and I don't know what to do."

Jinora was quiet for a long moment. She stared at the ground, and Korra stared at her, waiting for the wisdom to come pouring out. Instead, Jinora merely burst into laughter.

"That's your dilemma!?" she cired, incredibly delighted. She rolled onto her side, tears streaming from her face. Korra continued to stare at her. Why was she laughing at such a dire, crucial, life-changing problem?

"Hey, cut it out," Korra said quietly. "This is a serious issue."

"There's no issue!" Jinora stated gleefully. "I can't believe you're skipping out on eating because of this. If you want some advice, take this: if she says not to wear something fancy, don't! Boom, problem solved. Now, let's go eat."

"Oh, I get it," Korra said with a sneer. "Let's laugh at Korra because she wants to make sure the waning time she gets to spend some with someone she loves is absolutely perfect. Let's just mock her for not wanting to mess up a single detail of their night together. It's so funny that Asami had to beg and plead to a total jerk so she could stay in the city a few extra days with someone she cares about. It is so humorous to laugh at their plight. Ha ha ha."

"It's not that," Jinora explained, wiping the moisture from her eyes. "It's just funny because I've never seen anyone care so much about something that matters so little. You're going to get to spend time with Asami after weeks of never shutting up about how much you wanted to do that. Do you think she would even care in the slightest about what you wear, regardless of whether or not it was what she asked for? Doesn't she love you, and not your clothing?"

"Well, of course… if she loved me for what I wear, she would have dumped me years ago," said Korra with a small smile.

"Great," said Jinora, beginning to walk to the door. "Then we've reached a conclusion: no one cares. Now, come outside, eat dinner, and stop obsessing like a maniac."

"Wow, that was some very sage-like advice," Korra said, rolling her eyes.

"Glad I could help," Jinora said, taking the fake compliment in stride. "It's amazing that people treat you like some kind of icon of stability and spirituality over me."

"Probably because I don't drink random glasses of liquid people hand to me without explanation."

"I'm in a good mood, so I'm going to discard that comment. See you at dinner."

Jinora left the room, and Korra smiled as she watched her go. She felt pride swelling in her chest. Jinora had fully become her own woman, striding confidently through the world. It didn't matter that she had made some dumb mistakes in the past; she had matured so much that Korra couldn't help but be happy for her. Korra sat up on her bed, eyeing her useless closet one last time. However, before she could stand, the phone by her bedside began to ring. She picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" she said, hoping to hear the sweet voice of her girlfriend on the other side. Instead, there was static.

"Hello?" she asked again. Still, there was no answer, only the crinkling of static on the other end.

With a shrug, she hung up the phone, and left her room, leaving the identity of the mystery caller as a faded memory.