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cats no. sheep i dunno. but i have a dog

The more the merrier! What's its name?

Mocha

[And he sends a picture.]

She's cute! I'm sure she and Hamlet will get along great.

Hamlet like the shakespear guy?[Because you never know in the City.]

Who?

its from this old play. hes like a crazy prince or something

[Oh.] No. Hamlet is a dog.

ok cool. wow u have a lot of pets huh

Yes. They were gifts from a friend who left.

same with Mocha. i got her, a staff, and a motorcycle

Cool! [Korra's never ridden a motorcycle, but she thinks they look awesome.]

[Well she can see his when they move in together.]

do u ride?

No, I've only seen them.

ya i gotta learn how to ride it

Give me a ride when you do!

ok!

[ In the early morning, Korra will find an oddity on the beachhouse's porch. A tray overflowing with melting ice-blocks, each one glittering mightily as the sunlight strikes it. Each one containing a colorful flower. The pale pink of a peach bloom, its spiny tendrils extending from the ice. A morning-glory, the red petals like splashes of blood. Purple sprigs of pansies. Pale brambles and white stars of jasmine, mixed in with delicately-veined blue wolfsbane. ]

[ A large pink aster is knotted to the tray itself, its petals unfurled back around a darker pink ringing a yellow core. It gives off a rich scent of wet soil as if still in the ground. ]

[ There is no note. No sign of what the whole arrangement means. The sender is, himself, unsure what the flowers signify. But if he did, he'd tell you (with a blade held at his throat): Brambles for regrets. Pansies because I think of you. A morning glory for an unforeseen attachment, and wolfsbane for misanthropy. The jasmine is for sentiment, and the peach-blooms for being you. ]

[ The aster means: 'Please be patient. I'll think about it.' ]

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Pretty.

[Korra picks up the arrangement and carries it into the kitchen. Putting it on the table, she pokes around for a note, but nada, nothing.]

Hey Tohru, don't tell me you've got a secret boyfriend.

[Either that or the Chief...

She sneezes. Is somebody thinking about her? Another sneeze. Nope. Shoot, she better not be coming down with anything.]

Ah! No! I don't have anything like.... No. [She blushes bright red. She never even would dream someone would send her flowers. The sneezes, though, get concern from her.]

Are you all right? Do you need some orange juice?

[Korra, of course, completely misinterprets the blush, and a wicked grin spreads across her face. She waves off Tohru's concern in favor of a far more interesting conversation topic.]

You totally do! Come on, spill it.

No, no!! [She flails.]
It's nothing like that, at all. [Poor thing is blushing even worse. Part of it was just bashfulness, in the beginning, but now she's all out red-faced.]

[This is too rich!]

A secret admirer, then? A young man who longs to sweep you off your feet, if only you would let him?

No, there's no one like that here!

Besides, Korra is the pretty one. If they were to send flowers to anyone, it would be you!

[Korra, the pretty one? She knows she's attractive, but she's never thought of herself as "pretty." And certainly not the hottest thing on the dating market. Korra's more or less recovered from being dumped, but she's still 99.99999999% sure that she has no secret admirers hiding in the wings.]

Please. The only person who'd send me flowers is Chekov, and he would've left a note.

[She frowns, and taps her chin as she reconsiders the flowers.]

Maybe they're for the Chief...?

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