Without a sound, Korra mouth slid open like a gash on her face. Never had she assumed Dinah would have had kids.

“Kids. You know. Like how I’m my parents’ kid, Mako’s his parents’ kid.” Laboring under the assumption Dinah literally meant to ask for Korra’s definition. “The whole man and woman have a kid thing. You know: kids.”

She was not going to give Dinah the lizard-birds and scorpion-bees explanation.