Mmm. [Have some noncommittal noises to your 'rest' conclusion.]

That's what I heard. [She's fussing around looking for a tray to carry the tea over now.] When Sokka woke up that morning, he claims that the furniture was all piled up to the ceiling... by the time I got out here, though, it had already come crashing down on him. [Protect her brother's dignity? ...nah. Not necessary with Ginko, right?] All our silverware and pots and pans and dishes were out on the floor too...