Bumi blinks. There's something about that particular bet that makes his brain...itchy. He blinks a few more times, rolling the words over in his mind and then turns towards the child.

"No bending and no tricks, huh?"

She's just a little thing, and as ragamuffin as they come on the mean streets of Republic City. His will always be a soft heart when it comes to children.

"What're we betting?"