[He can't know that, at least, not yet - he's barely figured out any of the rules of this place himself, after all. But Appa, for his part, snuffles expressively, rolling onto his side against Toph.]
[Aang, for his part, comes over and sits on her opposite side, with a huff, after about a minute.]
Ok, so I'm gonna work off the fruit tomorrow, so we're good.
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[Aang, for his part, comes over and sits on her opposite side, with a huff, after about a minute.]
Ok, so I'm gonna work off the fruit tomorrow, so we're good.