"So when are you going to carve my niece a betrothal necklace?" Unalaq asked. Mako spit out the mouthful of stewed sea prunes he was already trying to force down.
He sputtered and felt his face turn as red as his scarf. ”I, uh, well Chief Sir, I mean-” he fumbled over his words.
"You two are as good as engaged already. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other and see you running off when you think no one will miss you." If anything Mako felt his face grow hotter. Anymore heat and he’d have to breathe fire.
"Well, see, I don’t know about betrothal or anything, I mean I love her-"
"You better be talking about me," Korra interrupted as she sat down next to Mako. He relaxed now that she was here.
"Of course I am," he reassured her before kissing her.
Unalaq smirked. ”You can come to me if you need any help carving, my brother is crap at it.”
"Carving?" Korra asked.
Mako just put his head in his hands and tried to think of how he could explain this to his girlfriend.