When she kickstarted the moped, Korra was thrown back and had to tighten her grip around Asami and the small amount of space meant she had to press into her back. Driving a little too fast, more than the other satomobiles on the road, explained why she couldn't stop in time. She wasn't kidding when she said to hold on.

Even though they met, Korra felt she had to break the ice that wasn't even there anymore. And what better than one her favorites subjects: food. "What kind of dinner did you have in mind?" With an iron stomach, Korra knew she could probably handle anything thrown her way; but she was curious what Asami's tastes were.