Somewhere between the parking lot and the food court, Asami accumulated handfuls of shopping bags in record time. She approached Korra with her bags weighing down her shoulders, set them beside her feet and straightened out her graffiti coat. Luckily, her shorts were very high-waisted, so she didn't need to worry about the waistband riding down.

"Hey, Korra! Hey, Naga! There are so many mallrats here today, but at least I managed to grab some awesome sales. What's up?"