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Sokka is contemplating the road to Smallville. Town! People! And more importantly ... SHOPPING!

But he's not sure they'd accept Fire Nation money here, and that's all he has.

Plus ... Sokka's basically a lazy person. And it's a long way to walk.

There's SRS THINKY going on here, as he stands out the front of the farmhouse with hands in pockets.

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"The one I want to beat up won't fight me," Toph complains. "He keeps claiming to be the Avatar."

"Oh, that one." Sokka scowls. "I want to beat him up too."

Toph smirks, tilting her head in his direction.

"Do you think anyone'd miss him?"

"He thinks he already met me!" Sokka flails. "I think he's on mushroom juice. Nobody would notice if we just ... rockalanched him a little bit, right?"

"'We'?" says Toph.

"hey, didn't you say there were two of you?"

"Yeah." Sokka sighs heavily. "Now apparently there's three."

Of course it's 'we'. RIGHT?

"Really?"

We'll let Sokka's imagination interpret that tone.

"...what?" Sokka demands, glaring at her. "It's not my fault!"

"Oh no," Toph agrees. "Of course it isn't."

Sokka stares at her suspiciously.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

No, really.

"Hmph."

Scowl.

"Fine. Well ... get your stuff ready. We're leaving as soon as Claire wants to."

"OK," says Toph.

Beat.

"My stuff is ready."

Toph gets a huge grin for that. She's just as good as a boy, really. Not like a girl at all.

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