When you've got a mother as obsessive as Toph's about proper ladylike behavior and hair as thick as a lion-turtle mane, you learn what needs to happen. Whether you like it or not.

Toph's fingers moved swiftly through the strands as she headed over to check on the status of the thug. "He's still breathing, right?"

And a smirk. "I improved it. If you're going to look weird, you might as well go all-out."