Author's Note1: This story is my creation. However, it is based on original work by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. (In other words, I don't own anything about the Avatar universe. Otherwise, I'd be on the other side of the panels at SDCC. ) No deliberate infringement of anything intended. This is merely for personal enjoyment, melding their published canon material and my wild imaginings. As such, I want to express my thanks to the Almighty Bryke for the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra. The richness of their writing and artistry has made me a lifelong fan of both series. (And, obviously, without their creation, there would not be this creation.)

Based on this Twitter post that I saw – /colbieshrum/status/646880049870843904

Taking in a deep, satisfied breath, Korra pulled a chair out and sat down at the mahogany kitchen table. She glanced over at the clock on the wall and smiled a knowing smile to herself before taking a long drink of her coffee from the icy blue bowl in her hand. She looked over at the clock again as her right leg began to bounce in excited anticipation. Soft footfalls could be heard coming down the winding staircase of the mansion and Korra took in another slow breath to steel herself.

"Good morning," she called out from the kitchen, alerting Asami to her presence there.

A puzzled look crossed the Sato heiress' face as she changed course and headed to the kitchen instead with her boots in her hands. "You're up early," she said, standing at the threshold of the kitchen. "What's going on?" Asami asked as she sat down on the floor to put her shoes on.

Korra shook her head lightly, her short hair swishing this way and that. "Nothing. I just wanted to see you before you left for work," the Avatar replied sweetly before taking another sip of coffee from her bowl.

Asami quirked a brow at her as she stood up and pointed at the bowl in Korra's hands. "Why are you drinking coffee out of a bowl?"

"It's muggy out," the tanned girl replied with a crooked grin.

"What?' Asami frowned, clearly confused.

"It's muggy out. The weatherman was just on," Korra pointed to the radio on the counter.

The willowy engineer looked over to the little brown radio on the granite counter then back at the Avatar, still perplexed. "Oookaay …," Asami said slowly and took a step toward the girl in the chair. "That still doesn't answer my question. Why are you drinking coffee out of a bowl?" she said, circling her forefinger toward Korra's bowl of coffee.

With a deliberate grin, Korra merely waved Asami toward the door. "You don't want to be late for work," she said and handed the baffled girl a brown bag. "It's muggy out," Korra repeated, ushering a rather baffled Asami toward the door.

A frown still on her face, Asami merely accepted the lunch bag with a silent nod and headed for the door, grabbing her briefcase from the back of the couch on her way out.

"It's muggy out," Korra said to herself quietly as she took another satisfied drink from her bowl.

As Asami opened the door to leave, she stopped short of the front step. Littered everywhere on the porch, driveway, and front lawn were … MUGS! Large ones, small ones, brown ones, black ones, chipped ones, red ones, blue ones, white ones, new ones, favorite old ones. Mugs! All their mugs apparently. "KORRA!"

Hearing Asami's exasperated holler, Korra merely leaned back in her seat at the kitchen table and put her legs up on the opposite chair. "Yup, it's muggy out," she chuckled and took another sip of coffee from her bowl.

Author's Note2: This is my first time writing fan fiction so, any feedback would be appreciated. Tell me what you thought of the story, where do I need improvement, what worked, did you like any of it? Please and thank you!