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Toph: "Twinkles~"

(She practically falls into him, arms around him.)

Toph: "Hehe... there you are."

Aang: (holding her steady) "Hey."

Toph: "Mmm... missed you."

(She buries her face against his chest.)

Toph: "...You smell nice."

Aang: (chuckles) "Thanks."

Toph: "...Warm."

(She squeezes him.)

Toph: "...Soft."

Aang: "...You're drunk."

Toph: "Nnnooo~"

(A giggle.)

Toph: "...Maybe a little."

Aang: "Toph."

Toph: "Hehe."

Aang: "...How much did you drink?"

Toph: "Hmm..."

(She pretends to count on her fingers.)

Toph: "...Five?"

Aang: "Five glasses?"

Toph: "...Bottles."

...

Aang: "...Spirits."

Toph: (laughs harder) "Yeah."

(Beat. She hugs him again, completely content.)

Toph: "...Hey."

Aang: "Hm?"

Toph: "...You wanna have some babies?"

(Aang blinks.)

Toph: "I think they'd get your eyes."

...

Aang: "...Toph."

Toph: "What?"

Aang: "...No."

Toph: "...What do you mean, 'no'?"

Aang: "We'll talk when you're sober."

Toph: "...I am talking."

Aang: "Tomorrow."

(She clicks her tongue.)

Toph: "...Tch."

Toph: "...You're no fun."

(She slips out of his arms.)

Before she can wander off, Aang simply wraps an arm around her shoulders and starts guiding her toward the door.

Aang: "Come on."

Toph: "...I'm offended."

Aang: "I know."

Aang: "We'll talk when you're not five bottles deep."

...

Toph: "...Still would've made cute babies."