Toph prances into the room. Sokka studies her, "something is different about that girl today," he concludes as scratches his chin, a pose that Aang has dubbed "Sokka the thinker." Aang has identified and named many poses including "Sokka the warrior", "Katara the mother", and "Toph the boulder." Sokka studies Toph's current pose, her feet softly prancing across the floor. He glares at her hair, which is completely down and brushed, a phenomenon he's never yet seen in his few months of knowing her. She looks prettier, softer, pinker-
"Your happy!" he accuses, leaving Toph to swivel around and give him a look.
"Excuse me?" she inquires.
"Your hair is down, your face is pink, and you're prancing across the room like...like... a happy person! Don't deny it! You are happy!"
"And since when is that a bad thing?"
"It's not. It's just...different. I'm glad you're happy."
"Sokka, I'm always happy," Toph calls back with a smirk.
Sokka realizes that he should have just kept his mouth shut when a rock flies past his face.
"And you are never happy." she yells at Sokka who is now lying on the floor.
He lifts his head slightly and yells back "I am too happy! Just not as happy as you right now. You are like joyous!" causing Toph to roll her eyes and blush.
Aang walks in with Katara. They are completely all over eachother, but Sokka ignores them.
"Aang! Did you see Toph today?
"Yeah. I saw here this morning. Why?"
"Did you notice, that she looked...different?"
"Um..now that you mention it, she did have a new hair style...why?"
"No reason. Just I notice. When people act different..that's all."
"I think she looks pretty," Katara added. "Its good she's trying something different."
"I guess you're right."