"Whooooa. You have really soft hands, Sparky."

"Toph, would you let go already?"

"No, no, I wanna stay and appreciate this for a bit."

"Quit being weird—"

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

"Twinkletoes, you have to feel this, Sparky's hands are so soft—"

"Let go of me, you little gremlin, I swear—"

"Wow. You do have really nice hands."

"Rrrrgh!"

"Are your nails manicured?"

"That's what happens when you live in a palace, all right? You get pampered whether you like it or not! Manicures and hot towels and palanquin rides every three feet and whatever other nonsense they can conjure up!"

"And you're complaining because…?"

"Yeah, sounds pretty great to me!"

"Trust me, it gets old real fast if you don't enforce boundaries. Having servants wash my hair for me? That's where I draw the line!"

"That's seriously someone's job? Washing the royals' hair?"

"Yes, it's Azula's favorite part of the day. But I'd rather die than let someone make my hair smell like flowers and high social class."

"Now I wanna smell your hair."

"Toph, don't you dare—"

"Toph, maybe you should let go of him—"

"Maybe you should mind your own business, Twinkletoes! I'm gonna smell him whether he likes it or not!"

"What did I just walk in on?!"

"...Sokka, if I hear a word about this ever again, you are toast. And Toph, for the last time, give me my hand back."

"Fine, fine! But don't think I'm done with you, Sparky. I'll get you someday."

"Just you try."

"...Okay, I'm gonna leave now."

"I'm coming with."

A/N: For future reference, Zuko smells like spices and woodsmoke.