[Turning in her chair, she regards Korra over her shoulder.] You would ransom hugs from me? Korra, I'm surprised at you!

[She turns back to her paper.] I think motorcycles are more your and Father's thing. I'd much rather have a chauffeur and a big fancy car. [Indulging in a small, sudden daydream of Theodore in a pressed white suit, picking her up in some artfully sculpted classic Rolls Royce. She does her best to ignore the simultaneous sub-daydream of Kurt in a leather jacket with some obnoxiously loud motorcycle giving her the thumbs up with a wink and a nod. What the hell, imagination. Seriously?]