Dressed in a nightgown of mint green silk trimmed with citron yellow, Toph suddenly turned to face Kun as she petted Lin, the tortoiseshell cat he'd given her as a birthday present, eyes widening.
"You know that song I like Granite Feet? Mo Li Hua?"
"Yes, the one about the jasmine flower," he slowly nodded.
"Could you sing it for me?"
Kun blanched at the thought, the notion of doing something so embarrassing.
"Um, couldn't I just get one of your servants to come and sing it for us instead?" he stammered.
"No Granite Feet, I want you to sing the song."
"I don't want to sing," Kun protested, cheeks flushing as he turned away.
"You are going to sing the song for me," Toph sternly replied, eyes narrowing.
"I don't want to sing the song," Kun groaned.
"Sing it, Granite Feet," Toph warned.
"I'm not going to sing. It's undignified."
"I don't care if it's undignified, I want to hear you sing it."
"I. Don't. Want. To. Sing."
"Quit being such a butthead and just do it!"
"I don't want to sing the song!
"Do it you big baby!" Toph snapped, startling Lin from her lap.
"All right, you win," Kun sighed, conceding defeat. "I'll sing the song for you." Rising to his feet, he positioned himself in front of Toph, whose lips twisted into a satisfied smirk as Kun began, "Flower of jasmine so fair/ Flower of jasmine so fair/ Budding and blooming here and there/ Pure and fragrant all declare..."
The song Toph has Kun sing for her, Mo Li Hua, or the Jasmine Flower, is a very popular and old Chinese folk song.