There's a fine line for Toph between appreciation for and rejection of being tricked. She can appreciate the ones who earn it -- the ones who fish outside the box and succeed. To her that shows intelligence . . . and frankly, some guts.

Toph appreciates both intelligence and guts.

A small smirk emerges, and as the wood chip strikes the ground, she reaches to gather it back up, easily picking it out of the dirt.

"You're right; I didn't."

She'd heard there were other airbenders in the city, but it's still startling to her. She's lived in a world where airbenders have been extinct for a hundred years, where Aang is the only bender of the medium she's ever known.

And this one may be worth getting to know.

"I'll tell you what," she proffers, tucking the chip away, "I won, but I'll still buy you lunch."