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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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"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?"

"One with spikey fruit." Sokka smirks. "And moving boxes on wheels!"

Guess which he finds more impressive?

"I prefer moving by earthbending," Toph says firmly.

She squeezes the fruit a bit, thoughtfully, then produces her space earth from a pocket, throws it oput into a sharp blade and slices through the plant in one neat horizontal motion.

With one half balanced precariously on top of the other, she holds it out to Sokka.

Sokka considers this entirely unremarkable, except possibly for the fact that she still has the space earth. "Smells good!" he opines enthusiastically.

Of course she still has her space earth! She'll value it forever and ever because he gave it to her.

"Smells all right," she agrees dead pan, and sits down on the floor to try it.

"Tastes great!"

"Of course it tastes great! I picked it!"

Sokka peers at his half of the pineapple, and considers it for a moment. Then he digs out his knife and starts carving a bit out of the middle.

"...Zingy and delicious!"

"You didn't," Toph points out. "You offered me green yellow or orange, as if they meant anything to me."

Sokka takes a second to figure this out.

"Oh, yeah. You don't act blind!"

Toph turns her head towards him and pulls down the lower lid of one of her glassy, white eyes.

"How should I be acting?"

Sokka punches her in the arm, but not very hard at all.

"I like the way you act."

Unable to figure out how to react at all to that, Toph punches him back. Only this time much harder.

"So don't complain about it, then."

She turns her head away to hide her confusion.

He just meant he doesn't want her to act like a blind kid. Sokka wrinkles his nose. Girls are weird when they're little.

"I'm not complaining. Hey, how are we gonna get back? Do your magic box people know how?"

"No," Toph complains, facing forward to the middle of the kitchen. "BUt who wouldn't know it to talk to one of them."

Toph's voice becomes irritable and squeaky in mockery. "'I'm Layla Millar and I know stuff!' Bah."

"Does she know anything interesting?" Sokka perks up.