"He can do all the styles in the world," Einar said, sitting down next to Damian. She poked Toph's soft, glowing belly, drawing his attention and playing with him.
"Don't try to make sense of it—we gave up long ago," Sam added, sitting down as well, his gaze still fixed on the crowd.
"How can you learn that so fast? You're so…" Evrin trailed off, hesitating to finish her sentence about his age.
"Annoying?" Sam offered.
"A piece of shit?" Einar chimed in.
"Wheee!" Toph joined in smugly. That guy was getting too cocky recently.
"No!" The princess exclaimed, annoyed at her guards but taking her seat regardless. "You're younger than us, aren't you?"
"Nope," Damian lied without hesitation.
