This guy could twist his own underwear in a knot if he didn't calm down. But it was . . . weirdly pleasing. (If still weird in general.)

"Yeah . . . so you can call me Toph still when we're alone, okay?"

Hopefully Satoru could keep a secret. He seemed good-natured enough, but . . . kind of flighty. Kind of like Aang in a good mood. Or Sokka on cactus juice.

She pushed herself to her feet. "So . . . Satoru, right? Since I don't know you yet, you're going to have to fill me in a little."