There was a plate of meat on the table in front of them. Toph stared unseeingly at where it was meant to be, before turning her face towards Sokka, sitting opposite her. Table, meat, Sokka. Table, meat, Sokka.

"You know, that's kind of creepy when I know you can't see anything," Sokka said eventually.

"I bet I can eat more meat than you," she countered.

She heard his mouth drop open. "You did not just challenge me to a meat-eating contest," he said flatly.

"Scared?" she taunted.

His flailing sent vibrations skittering up her feet. "I am the meat-eating king!" he declared. "All shall bow before me in fear of my massive meat-eating skills! I rule with beef roast in one hand and pork—"

"Are we on or not?"

A pause. "We're on."

She won. Hands down. Best. Date. Ever.