I'm a dirt and mountains person myself, so I'm down for anything that gets my hands dirty, [ Toph agrees with a grin. She eagerly shoves her hands into the pile of wet sand and starts pushing it around and molding it, enjoying the physical sensation.

It might become a little more obvious that she's blind based on how she doesn't visually track anything she's doing, or try to make eye contact. She just stays generally oriented toward her conversational partner. The rush of waves hitting the sand barrier behind them creates a rhythmic counterpoint as they work. ]

What are we making? It doesn't have to be a castle, right? I'm Toph, by the way.