"Chicky?!" She repeated, sounding indignant as she sat up quickly and got to her feet before stomping towards him. Normally, she'd be mad at a name like that, and she actually surprised herself that she WASN'T as mad as normal.

Maybe Iroh had gotten to her. Maybe she'd matured. Or maybe the castle was just sucking the life out of her. Whatever it was, she didn't feel like completely snapping on him, but she wasn't going to just let him get away with 'chicky.'

Blinded, as it were, by annoyance, she approached him. Her fists were clenched and her head dropped, shoulders square and chest struck like she was ready to tear him apart. It might have been terrifying, if she wasn't... Toph-sized.

"Listen, Dunderhead," she barked, reaching up to poke him in the chest with a finger. "You-"

She caught herself as she realized something. A few things, really. Height, build, stature, mass, balance, even the way the contact returned to her as it surged through him and back to her. It was only then she remembered Duo's words.

'If you ever happen to meet another guy who sounds exactly like me? That's my double. he's a little younger but you can rely on him to. Tell him I said so.'

Oh. Whoops.

"... you ... are not who I thought you were..." She told him, backing off and turning away to hide the heat on her cheeks.

"... sorry."