Preparing for a date

It was little surprise that Toph was delighted with breakfast. Using a fork took some getting used to, especially since she couldn't see the food or the fork in question. Still, she learned. I did have to cut the pancakes for her, something she was a little bothered about. She did pride herself on independence, after all.

Her chin had a bit of syrup on it, though she tried her best to get it off with her tongue. Napkins were still a foreign concept to Toph. It was almost fun, teaching her these things. Everything filled her with such wonder. And there was so much to show her. Radio, television...so many things. Wonder what kind of music she'd like?

"So, what'cha got planned for us, Johnny-boy?" she asked, resting her breasts on the table as she leaned forward. It would have been kind of embarrassing if she wound up planting that bust right on her pancakes. "What's this date you had in mind?"

I had several ideas...but there were drawbacks to each one. I wanted to take her clubbing, thinking she'd dig the modern party scene as opposed to the fancy ball type of thing she was used to. But then I considered the sensory overload all that music and crowd would cause her.

A movie would be fun...but the fact she couldn't see it was really bringing me down. I wanted her to enjoy the evening. ...though, to be fair, given her robo-slut programming, she probably wouldn't be watching the movie so much as blowing me while I watched, so that could be fun indeed. Popcorn would be a delight for her.

Eating out would be nice...but having seen her poor ability to use utensils, I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. We might get thrown out. No matter what we did, I'd have to take her shopping. Toph needed a more modern outfit. I'd stick to green for most of it. It WAS the color of her "nation" so to speak.