Flowers
Korra eyed the array of flowers with the same suspicion Mako eyed his police car after picking up Gommu. She understood the concept just fine. She’d even had a mental image of what she was going to get, right up to the point she’d walked through the door and been confronted with an arboreal explosion. For some reason the White Lotus had never bothered to include flowers in her rather limited curriculum at the compound. Korra made a mental note to have that meeting with the Grand Lotus soon. The little weasel had gotten out of it three times already.
Back in the present Korra was losing a staring match to a plant and only faintly aware of how ridiculous it was. She eventually settled on a bunch of red flowers, the name of which she instantly forgot. She took the bouquet carefully and headed off towards the park.
There was a knock on Asami’s door. She ignored it. The knock came again, a little more insistently. She set her pen down as the knocker gave up waiting. Asami’s assistant entered, carrying beautiful bouquet of blue flowers.
“The florist just dropped these off.” He set them down on the desk. “Now get out of here and go find your girlfriend. If anyone calls I’ll tell them you’re in an important telephone conference.”
“You’re the best, Lu,”
“Just remember this come bonus time,” He said, deadpan. Asami made a great show of making a note of it in her planner before snatching up the flowers and heading for the lift.
Korra cut across town, picnic basket in one hand, bouquet in the other. She rounded the corner and saw the van parked on the pavement. And the smashed window. And the dozen or so distinctly triad-looking goons attempting to manhandle the safe out the aforementioned broken window. Korra checked her watch and very carefully set down both basket and bouquet.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” She demanded. The closest triad member looked at her and sagged.
“Ah, crap.”
Asami saw the van and the gang. She was outnumbered but they were looking the other way. She pulled her glove from its pocket and tested it, sending sparks cascading. She still had time.
It was somewhere in the middle of the melee they noticed each other, Korra looking up in time to see Asami simultaneously vaulting and electrocuting one of the gang. She took just a split second to enjoy the sight before diving back into the fight.
By the time the police arrived the gang were groaning on the pavement. Korra turned to where she’d left the basket, only to find it had been caught by a stray fireblast. She picked up the charred stems glumly, turning to apologise, only to find Asami stood there holding a distinctly mangled bunch of her own.
“I, uh, got you flowers.”