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[OOM: Toph is annoyed with everyone. (Spoilers for The Western Air Temple.)]

The door to Milliways flies open and Toph comes sailing through, landing on her face in the middle of the floor. She pushes herself up with her arms, grumbling things that would make a sailor blush. She scurries across the floor on her hands and knees until she reaches a table. Letting out a groan, she pulls herself into a chair, careful not to touch the pink and tender soles of her feet against the floor.

It's been a while since she's been in the bar, so she keeps an ear out for familiar voices. She plays with a fork that she grabbed from the table as she listens, molding it absentmindedly into various strange shapes.

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There is a clawed hand reaching for the spheres. Waitquestionwhut? The arm pauses mid grab as the girl recieves a curious once over.

"Stitch." He is helpfulness personified. The reaching and grabby hands continue.

She pauses, letting out a sigh. "Stitch. That answers all my quest--hey, what are you doing?" The spheres reform into a single blob and she jerks her hand back, causing it to fly toward her. So is he intelligent, or should she like... hit him with a paper or something?

Possibly both?

The retreating metal garners a brief narrowing of the eyes, a quiet muttering growl of dissapointment. It's replaced a moment later with an expression of pure innocence. Or as close as he can manage. (he hasn't picked up n the fact that he's wasting his time just yet.)

"Nothing...?" Oh yeah, that sounds convincing.

She gives him a suspicious look before extending her hand again. The ball of metal hovers slowly through the air, moving closer to Stitch and further away from Toph.

It's a test.

Oh please. He wasn't born yesterd- Grab the shiney!

"Ah HA!" she shouts, jerking the ball back again. "Get your own blob of metal, you... uh... whatever a Stitch is!"

There is much muttering. Phooey.

Ah well, if he can't have it himself, conversation will do. For now.

"Who're you?" Manners are for other people.

She raises an eyebrow, a bit surprised that he can apparently talk intelligently. "Toph," she says, molding the ball in her palm into a flat disc. She pauses for a moment before picking up a spoon from the table and crumpling it into a crude sphere in her fist. She tosses it to him. "Here you go."

It's not like it's her silverware she's destroying, after all.

The former spoon is seized between two clawed fingers and brought up to one almond shaped eye for inspection. It's given the intense scrutiny one normally doesn't find outside a jewlers.

"Takka."

A thougtful look crosses the experiments face. Hmmmmmm. Grin. And suddenly Stitch is rolling the sphere into a thin rope between his palms.

"What?" This is one weird little dude. Thing. Whatever.

She can barely make out what he's doing with her vibration sense, and this piques her curiosity. "Wait... can you bend metal too?" She almost feels silly for asking.

"Thank you?" 's neat.

His hands continue to do something to the spoon. Shaping it into... There's a muffled thump as what appears for all the world to be a tiny, metalic balloon poodle hits the table top between them.

"Ih." Smug grin of smugness. He bends stuff all the time. Paper, metal, knees, you name it.

She leans forward, putting her hands on the table. She doesn't exactly know that that thing is, but it's kind of impressive. More impressive than her spheres and stars and smilie faces.

She begins to furiously mold her ball of metal. The day she gets shown up by a weird little creature is the day she stops bending.

After a few moments, she slams her creation down on the table. It's a little metallic man with a shield and sword. "Beat that."

The challenge has been issued.

Cooool! Oh, right. Competition.

There is much scrabbling a fumbling with metalic bits before a crude bust of himself is produced.

She scrutinizes it for a moment before grabbing her statue and kneading it once again. She works on it for what seems like forever, and then sets her masterwork down on the table: a tiny statue of herself.

Actually, it looks kind of better than she does. It's scaled so that she's taller. And she looks stronger. And since when did she stand on a mound of skulls?

Stitch stares at the statue. And then at Toph. And then back at the statue... And crams his own statue into his maw where it is noisily devoured.

A triumphant finger is pointed at the Earthbender. "HA!"

Her mouth hangs open for a second. She glances at her statue. Then she looks back at Stitch. Then back at the statue.

She picks it up slowly, and carefully... sticks the tip of the statue into her mouth. She bites down and...

Lets out a couple words that should not be repeated in polite company before spitting the statue out onto the table.

Silly humans and their silly biological limitations. There's no malice behind the snickering, he's just easily amused.

"Toph, huh?"

She's busy inspecting to make sure she didn't lose or crack a tooth with her mouth wide open and her finger running along her teeth. "Yesh."

"Toph is okay." The grin widens. Not cooler than himself but that goes without saying.

"You hungry?"

"Yeeeaaaah... okay," she says, deciding that her mouth is okay. It's just her pride that's wounded a bit.

"Yeah, actually. Wait, you don't eat metal and stuff like that for food, do you?"

That gets a small snort of amusement.

"Naga." The tone indicates that that's probably a 'no'.

He waves impatiently at a nearby waitrat. "Hey! Goobaja!" Let's get some service over here already!

If looks could kill... well, between the loompas and the waitrats, Stitch would probably be dead a hundred or so times over by now. The rodent makes no attempts to hide its irritation as it marches over to the table. It shoots a brief glare at the alien and promptly addresses Toph as though Stitch weren't there with an inquiring chatter.

Toph lets out a short laugh at Stitch getting snubbed by a rat of all things.

"I'll take a hamburger," she mutters to the rat, being quite fond of this crazy, greasy future food.

The rat is the recipient of another growl. This may or may not be the same rat he manhandled shortly after arriving at Milliways. After Toph gives her order the rat finally turns it's head in Stitch's direction.

"Coconut cake. And coffee." This is followed by a meaningful stare. He knows all about that decaff swill you try to pass off as the real deal, rodent. The waitrat gives a nod and departs. returning shortly with both orders.

Toph grabs her hamburger and takes a large bite, munching loudly. Apparently manners isn't one of her strong points.

"Coconut cake?" she asks with her mouth partially full. "Never heard of it. That any good?"

Across the table a similar lack of manners is being displayed. Stitch's teeth aren't exactly designed for chewing. Coupled with his tendency to stuff any and all edible items into his mouth whole... Well, let's just say crumb sprayage abounds.

"Ih!" Never heard of it?! this must be remedied. There is urgent flailing at the waitrat which rolls its beady eyes before depositing two more slices on the table after yet another trip to the kitchen.