A Million Ways To Be Cruel – Ok Go
"Hey Toph guess what?"
"What?" Toph asked flatly. One thing about sharing her 'tent' with Sokka was that he liked to talk, even after they said goodnight. He often piped up long after she thought he was asleep. Secretly she loved their little sleepovers, but she always did her best to act surly, and Sokka seemed to take her reticence as encouragement. At least he usually had something funny to say.
"It's my birthday tomorrow!" he said.
"Wow. That's amazing Sokka," she replied sarcastically. She rolled over then, and asked, "What day is it again?"
"It's tomorrow," he repeated. "Do you listen to me at all?"
"No, I mean the date?"
"Oh, it's the sixth."
"Huh. I'm seventeen now," she said.
"It was your birthday and you didn't even tell me?" Sokka asked indignantly.
"I forgot," Toph explained.
"When was it?"
"A couple of weeks ago. It was just after we met Keito I think," she said. The days sort of melded together. Maybe her birthday had been the night they were at the hot springs – that would have been a good birthday.
"That's it!" Sokka said angrily. "We're getting a cake at the next town!"
"Sweet!"
"Yes, literally," Sokka said, snorting at the pun. Toph rolled her eyes. Only Sokka and old men thought puns were funny. He huffed at her then and rolled over to face the wall. "And now I'm going to sulk because you didn't tell me about your birthday."
"But I didn't even tell myself about it!" Toph argued. "I would have told you if I'd remembered."
"Would you have Toph? Really?" Sokka asked.
"Sure…"
Sokka sighed. "You didn't even offer to bake me a cake," he mumbled.
Toph laughed and patted his shoulder. He surpassed himself with silliness sometimes. "If I could cook I would bake you a cake," she told him. "But in case you forgot once again, it's not possible."
"Nothing's impossible Toph," he said. He fumbled in the dark until he was holding her shoulders. "If you just believe!"
"You really want me to bake you a cake?" she asked. She was used to sleeping next to Sokka by now, but he didn't usually touch her at all, and she was a little nervous for some reason. She reminded herself it was just Sokka and forced herself to act normal.
Sokka had the same sort of realization at the same time and he pulled his hands back into his sleeping bag. "…No. You're right. It's probably best if you didn't."
"Right."
"Besides, we don't have a kitchen anyway."
"So much for believing."
