Toph falls into the "other women" category, and is completely fine with that. As he opens the door for her, she hesitates for a moment just for that reason. She's not a lady, and she doesn't need the help. It especially seems stupid that he's messing around with that when he's got a lot to carry already.
But Iroh's words sound in her head: I poured your tea because I wanted to, and not for any other reason.
For that reason alone, she lets him, slipping inside.
Obviously she can't see the place -- not in the way Bumi can -- but she can certainly smell it. It's one of those places that has its own built-in aroma: Years of food and sweat and alcohol and the faint, heady residue of human and animal urine. Her nose lifts, taking the place in as she attempts to guess what's actually cooking. She finds she is a little hungry after all.
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But Iroh's words sound in her head: I poured your tea because I wanted to, and not for any other reason.
For that reason alone, she lets him, slipping inside.
Obviously she can't see the place -- not in the way Bumi can -- but she can certainly smell it. It's one of those places that has its own built-in aroma: Years of food and sweat and alcohol and the faint, heady residue of human and animal urine. Her nose lifts, taking the place in as she attempts to guess what's actually cooking. She finds she is a little hungry after all.
Meanwhile, Chong. A snort escapes.