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Outside the farmhouse, there's a very localised seismic incident.

Toph spent the night in a rock tent, mostly because the main building is already packed full of people. This morning, for a lack of anything else to do, she's decided to do something about it.

So this tiny little blind girl is standing in an empty field, within sight of both fort and house. At first she just stands paces quietly, getting a feel for the earth, then her hands lift, and a huge square of turf rises about three feet up, on a large slab of bed rock, taking her with it.

From there the Earthbender continues, waving her arms and occasionally feet in firm, strong motions, but with no obvious results to anyone who can't see or feel beneath the surface of the ground as she can, or who hasn't lookedclose enough to see the strained expression on her face. Not until the raised slab heaves up again after half an hour's work.

Toph is building somewhere for people to sleep.

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"Who are Marie and Claire?"

Toph raise a hand and waves away any urge he might have to tell her.

"Y'know what? Let's just hope someone slipped us cactus juice and we're going to wake up soon."

"I don't think that's gonna work." Sokka slumps in a tangle of limbs against the farmhouse wall, sighing heavily. "We hafta think about this logically if we're gonna get out. Which we are. Especially now that you're here! They need you at the invasion, Toph, who knows what'll happen without you?"

"Yeah," Toph agrees, dropping against the wall next to him.

"Without me they're screwed. They'll probably have to call the whole thing off."

"They can't call it off. It's our only chance. There's not gonna be another eclipse for another hundred years, and Sozin's comet will be here by summer."

Sokka looks dispirited, but only for a moment.

"Maybe we can get back to my me. That gives us two weeks."

"And double the me," Toph says. "Which means we can't lose."

Sokka grins.

"Katara will hate it."

But it'd be funny. Plus ... double the metal-bender? Yes PLEASE.

"Are you kidding? Two of me to mother?"

Toph smirks, unable to believe two of her could be a bad thing for anyone.

"Two of you to yell at," Sokka groans. It's hard enough keeping one Toph and Katara on civil terms.

"Although I bet two of you could get rid of Sparky Sparky Boom Man easy."

Toph barks out a cruel laugh.

"Heh, right," she says. "Two of me would flatten him like that."

She thumps her hands together, and the earth in front of them shoots up rocks to mirror the movement.

"Smoosh," Sokka agrees, palms thumping together less dramatically. "Has he been chasing you for the whole two weeks?"

"Not since you called him that," Toph admits, with some satisfaction. "Obviously a pebble in the face was enough to take him down."

"You took him out?" Sokka is delighted, and very proud of her. "I knew it was a good idea to bring you along!"

"Yeah, it was," Toph admits happily. "You'dall be dead if it weren't for me."

"Uh-huh," Sokka confirms, smirking. "Thank you, Oh Great and Noble Toph. Hey, do you have any food?"

He's hungry!

"No," Toph says bluntly. "But we brought loads in our metal box. It should be inside."

She leaps to her feet. "You coming?"

"Oh, let me think about that," Sokka says, already on his feet. His stomach gives a huge growl. "Yep, I'm coming."

Toph smirks and leads the way through the back door of the house, at which point she stands at the entrance, toes curling against the linoleum.

"What is this stuff? I can hardly feel a thing."

"Not sure," Sokka admits, crouching to inspect it earnestly. "Some kind of rubbery plasticy thing. It's really cool."

"It's like walking on wood," Toph says distastefully as she walks in. "It's all blurry.You have to find food."

"In the magic box?" Sokka perks up. "It's called a refrigerator." He pronounces this with care. "It keeps everything cold. What food's yours?"

"Mmmm-mmm-mmm," Toph says, in the exact same tones someone might say 'I don't know.'

"I think we can take want we want."

"Okay!"

Sokka doesn't need persuading.

"There's all sorts of weird fruits in here. What do you want, green, yellow or orange? Or spikey?"

"Spikey?" Toph repeats, confused.

Sokka nods, holding the pineapple out towards her. "Don't ask me how you're s'posed to eat it."

Toph reaches out for the pineapple. At least she can tell spikey from green, yellow and orange.

"OK, what kind of freaky world have we landed in?"