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[candothat]

[This post opens to a view of the lake at twilight--on the lake, rather. The video is unsteady; look away if you're the sort of person who is prone to seasickness. Lakesickness. Whatever the network device is balanced on appears to be moving at a good clip.

Oh, wait. The view changes and--yep, that's a giant wooden swan head. Citizens, there is a motorized swan boat doing warp eight going faster than wooden swan boats are probably supposed to go.]

This is the best curse since everything turned to food!

[Not surprisingly, perhaps, that voice belongs to Chekov. Should anyone else be enjoying a nice swan boat ride on the lake... well, be careful. This particular swan's steering system might not be working at optimum levels.]

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Wuss.

[She pulls up to the shore. Once Chekov is safely deposited, she starts ringing out her clothes. Times like this, it would be really useful to have her waterbending again.]

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[candothat]

Someday, Korra, you will thank me for having some common sense.

[Some, not a lot. Chekov forgoes wringing out his clothes in favor of shaking like a wet dog.]

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Someday, maybe.

[She grins. Today is not that day.]