She sat in the kitchen folding towels. They were indistinguishable, except for the initials on the tags of his, just a small 'TB' inked over the washing instructions. She smiled despite herself, it was such a Trent thing to do, to label his things. She couldn't blame him; he'd spent most of his life living at a camp where things were stolen every day.

"Marce, where's the pancake mix?" Trent asked, opening cupboard after cupboard in her small kitchen.

"Third cupboard, fourth shelf on the left." she replied automatically, setting another towel down in his pile. She sighed, hating seeing the two piles. Why couldn't it be one?

"Thanks, you're a doll." he grinned, running over with the mix, kissing her cheek before dumping the box in the bowl.

"Are you going to measure it?" she asked weakly, as he cracked an egg in as well, bits of shell falling into the mix.

"Son of Hephaestus thing, measurements come naturally. And perfectly," he said sourly, picking out the shell carefully with a spoon. She sighed and stood up, setting her towel down in her pile.

"Here, let me help." Marcie said, wrapping her arms around Trent's middle to reach for the spoon, stirring the mix gently.

"Maybe I should just let you cook," Trent muttered, his hand warm under hers as they stirred the pancakes.

"I could teach you," she grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "It is after all, what I'm studying."

"Cooking?" Trent answered with a grin, and Marcie flicked the spoon up at him, splattering pancake batter on his shirt. "I was only joking Marce," he whined, turning around to face her. She smiled, her hair falling out of its braid, shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows, sweatpants hanging to her ankles. Trent thought she never looked more beautiful.

"I know," she said slyly, setting the spoon down. "I just wanted a reason to get you out of this horrid shirt," she added, setting the spoon down to yank the shirt up over his head. He grinned down at her, wrapping his arms around her. Marcie leaned up to kiss him firmly, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"No pancakes?" Trent asked when the broke apart, resting his forehead against hers. Marcie was breathing slowly, her eyes closed. Suddenly, she opened them and their eyes connected.

"Let's move in together."

"What?"

"Let's do it," Marcie urged, pulling back slightly, her eyes wild with happiness. "You stay here more then your own dorm, we've sort of lived together before, you know, at camp and-"

She was cut off by Trent insistently kissing her, hands roving all over her body. "Yes," he grinned, biting her earlobe affectionately before tugging at her shirt, all thought of the pancakes gone.

"Mmm, we'll have to take your stuff out of your dorm, tell our parents," she murmured, as he pushed her forward, still kissing her neck. They backed up against the couch, Trent gently pushing her down on the soft cushions so that he was straddling her.

"Please don't talk about our parents while we christen our apartment,"

"Didn't we already christen this place?" Marcie grinned, stretching as he manoeuvred her shirt off. Trent kissed her stomach and looked up, a sly grin on his face.

"We did when you moved in," he smirked, sliding his way up her body until they were face to face again. "But now, we're doing this for us."

"For us," Marcie smiled, weaving her hands into his hair, pulling him down so she could kiss him properly.

Daichi walked down the streets of Republic City, his hands in the pockets of his tailored pants. He gripped his wallet, and kept to the sidewalks, avoiding the few Satomobiles that drove down through the poorer districts of the city. A bit down the street, jumping flames caught his eye. With a smile, he recognized Tomoko, one of the firebenders on one of the opposing pro-bending teams. She was dancing, he realized, combining it with firebending for effect.

"Wow," he breathed, walking over to dump a few yuan in her basket. He watched her until she finished her dance, bowing to applause from the passerbys. Daichi put a few more yuan into the basket (he could afford it after all, and anything to help Tomoko) before making to leave.

"Thanks Dai," Tomoko said, her voice friendly and warm, as usual. He gulped, turning around to see the sweat rolling down her body, a grin stretched over her face, her gold jewelry glinting in the light.

"Not a problem Tomoko," he replied softly, before taking off down the street at a brisk pace, shoulders hunched.

Tomoko laughed, loudly and proudly, as was her nature, before scooping up the yuans.

"Wow," she breathed, watching him go.