She watches the needle move intently.

"Can I- borrow one of the cylinders?"

"One with stuff on it or a blank one?"

"With stuff."

Tarinda hands her the song one.

She runs her fingers lightly over the grooves. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. That's all you wanted to do?"

"...I think I could make one of these. Maybe. If I practice. These bumps are very small."

"Cool. In wax?"

"No. Or not directly. Out of rock. But I could do the bumps in reverse and make a mold?"

"Oooh. That would be convenient for mass production."

"People will know an earthbender helped you if you let them see."

"That doesn't seem like it'd be good. Is it like this everywhere you could get to?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno. I've considered going somewhere else but I don't know how easily you can move around being twelve or with the war on."

"I could get to the Earth Kingdom if I had to. The fighting's mostly in the north, from here to Ba Sing Se. A ship going south would be easiest."

"Do you want to?"

"I haven't had a good reason to leave yet."

"Okay. I might, if things don't take off pretty well here. Mass production would help."

"That would be a good reason."

"If you're happy at home I wouldn't want to disrupt that."

"You wouldn't be."

"Okay."

She hands the cylinder back.

Tarinda sets it where it goes. Puts on the song. The sound quality isn't great; it'll be noticeably not just someone singing even to passersby with their backs turned.

"It's a nice song."