Day Four: Duty
“Walk faster, baldy… It’s like I’m flying on Appa again! Heh. .”
“Toph, don’t make me drop you … “
“Ugh.. your hair is itchy … and why are you so stinking warm? … have you ever considered growing a beard? … and what’s up with these furry things on your shoulder?”
“Don’t you think it’s funny how after I sober up, you get drunk?”
[thinking to herself] Sokka, you dunderhead. I could hold my cactus juice better than you ANY day.