Omi wishes he could have caught Ouka before she started them down this path. Her unwitting rudeness was bad enough. Sokka and his friend backtracking for a drawn-out layup was even worse. Ouka wasn't lost and didn't need this any more than he did; she just had a tendency to look too hard for hairs to split. The point was now so belabored as to beg inducing.

Maybe he can still salvage this.

"--Metal," he finishes for them, and plasters a big smile on his face. "That's incredible! You really learned to bend metal? How?"

After a beat of silence, Toph grins.

"That's my secret for now. Maybe after I'm world-famous I'll share. But! I can give a demonstration-- assuming you have something metal on you, of course. Preferably something you don't mind getting destroyed."

"Ah... That's okay. We believe you!" Please don't contradict him, Ouka.

Please?