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Toph giggled, then she laughed. Toph laughed hard.
The rest of the group turned to her wearing similar looks of curiosity.
"What's so funny, Toph?" Katara asked. She moved her hands from fixing Aang's hair to working on hers.
Toph wiped tears from her eyes and turned around shaking her head. "Oh, nothing."
Sokka looked at her and shrugged, throwing his sleeping bag onto Appa's back.
"Hey Aang, come here."
Aang turned around and walked to Katara. She started running her fingers through his hair, and he blushed staring at his feet.
"Not that I don't like that you have hair now..." Katara began with an annoyed face. "... but does it ever lay straight?" She paused. "Funny... It seemed to stay neat longer a little while ago. Must have been the air up there." She pulled away-satisfied with her work-and smiled looking him over. "Finally."
Aang smiled reassuringly as she turned around, but bit his lip once she was all the way around. He glanced at Sokka and Toph to make sure they weren't looking; then plopped down on the ground and massaged his fingers messily and unmercifully through his hair.
Katara turned around just as he stopped and gave out an exasperated sigh, sitting down in front of him and running her hands through his hair again. "What's wrong with your hair?!"
Aang shrugged and looked at his feet, blushing.
Toph giggled, then she laughed. Toph laughed hard.