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“So you and Twinkle Toes decided to name your kid after an earthbender and you didn’t choose me?”
Katara rolls her eyes fondly and looks up at the door. “Hello, Toph.”
“Yeah, yeah, hi and all that.” Toph crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows. “Seriously, Katara, I don’t know what you were thinking.”
“Oh excuse me, Great One!” Katara shakes her head. “Next time Aang and I will consult you before we name our children.”
“Good,” Toph says, with an imperious nod. “You’d better. I’ll let it slide this once, though.”
Katara laughs. “So gracious.” She shifts Bumi in her arms a little, settling him more firmly against her chest. “Would you like to meet him? He’s sleeping, but as long as you’re quiet… “
Toph comes up to the bed, steps softer than usual.
“Hi, Bumi,” she whispers after a moment. “I’m your Auntie Toph. It’s nice to meet you.” She pauses, then clears her throat, glancing up at Katara. “Can I touch him? I want to know what he looks like.”
Katara beams, reaching out to squeeze Toph’s arm. “Of course. Are your hands clean?” she asks.
“A little dirt is healthy, you know. But yeah, they’re clean—Aang wouldn’t let me come in unless they were.”
Katara takes Toph’s hand and guides her; Toph pokes gently at his tiny nose.
“He feels squishy.”
“Hey!”
“Well, he does.” Toph strokes her fingers down Bumi’s cheek. “Not that that’s bad. From what I’ve heard, babies are supposed to be squishy.”
Katara snorts. “Thanks, I feel much better now.”
Toph ignores her and feels over the sweep of Bumi’s eyebrows, his ears. He shifts a little bit in his sleep, and she draws her hand back.
“Well,” she says quietly. “I like him.”
Katara’s smile widens. “He’ll like you, too.”