"There he is," she said, perched on the edge of a newly-built concrete monster. She loved the city. She liked it more than unruly trees, than anything else. Her vision was better. She could see everything. Including a member of a newly-emerging gang.

"Where?" It was a young officer, trying to understand metalbending, trying to get anywhere near Toph's skill.

"Across the street, one level below us. Can you see him through the window?"

The crew around her gasped. He was there, in the kitchen, far away, but still clear. She was so in the moment, and she loved impressing the new recruits. This wasn't her usual job description. She had heard that there was a special talent in the crowd. That, perhaps, in a story for another time. Regardless, she kind of loved showing off. She concentrated further. She could feel each individual pebble in the stone beneath his feet, and she felt the skillet he was standing over,

"You guys wanna see something cool?" Toph asked, smirking a little. No one answered. She could feel them drooling with anticipation.

The man one level below them had done everything perfectly for a midnight snack. He was making eggs, having blended them with milk and flour and rubbing the pan with sesame oil beforehand.

Standing in front of the skillet, he waited. Most people just stir, stir, stir when making eggs. He waited to see curds until he stirred. He had it down to a science, really. He was looking, closely, for the curds to show up when he saw stars.

Toph pushed her arm forward, then, gracefully, to the left. Her recruits gasped as the skillet collided with the gang member's head. This was typically the time when Toph nursed her ego, but all of a sudden, something was wrong.