Toph snickered in approval. "I like him." At the smell of food, her stomach rumbled again, insistent, and immediately she reached out for a bao, following the memory of the sound of it being placed on the table. Managing to snag the edge of the basket, she tugged it toward herself, raiding the trove inside.

"But actually, it's kind of true. If you were the sort who followed the rules exactly, you wouldn't have bet like you did in the first place -- or tried to twist it back. So you're the sort of person who gambles . . . and the sort that tries to make sure the odds are in his favor. But if you actually got this wad illegally? Don't know."

The bao was a bit hot, and she juggled it between her fingers, blowing on it.