"Great," Mako murmurs. "Just what we needed after that attack—" he tugs open the oven, pulling out some of the heat with a wave of his hand, and tugs at the rack without using gloves. Firebender perks. They look good—excellent, really, so Mako tugs them all free, calling over his shoulder, "Korra, the buns are gold, they done? Bo, grab a plate for me."

He doesn't exactly mean to just take over in the kitchen but by the time he's finished, the buns are on the little table outside and all the things he'd brought are unpacked, and he's settling into a chair beside Korra, his eyes sharp. "Hey. I don't know if we're here to talk business, but, Korra— I didn't even know you could still get into your spirit form."