Kir scowled at Timon's continued chatter about feathers and bugs, trying to tell himself it was merely the meerkat's personality and that Timon wasn't purposely trying to annoy the shit out of him. After all, maybe he'd... once enjoyed such banter? he doubted it

"I didn't eat any bad bug," Kir grumbled.

But he was surprised when he felt Toph's hand in his own. Even though she couldn't see it, he felt his face heat a little. She was so nice to him. "Yeah," he muttered, "I'll try not to mistake him for the main course."