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Momo flew out over the camp, looking for something to do or…something to eat. After Zuko's surprise gift to the Earth King earlier that morning, nearly everyone had returned to the rocky shores of Chameleon Bay, while the remains of the useless ice decoys out in the cove gave off small wisps of steam as they slowly sank, tilting on their sides in the sunlight. The Earth King and Hakoda were still on the war barge, discussing ways to take back Ba Sing Se from Azula. The Dai Li were making more comprehensive and permanent repairs to the engine and most of the water tribesmen had gone out hunting food for the considerably larger assembly. Appa was being measured by a handful of water tribesmen for a new saddle while Katara and Sokka were in one of the tents arguing over its design. Meanwhile, Toph sat on the rocks near the bluff 'watching' Aang get his first fire-bending lesson from Iroh.

The flying lemur spotted the blind earth bender sitting on the rocks. She was nice, and he knew that if she had food, she would surely give him some. He landed next to her, having learned before not to land on her if she wasn't expecting him, then ran up her arm and tugged at her mouth.

"Sorry, Momo, I don't have anything to eat." As if to emphasize this, she held up her empty hands, which the little lemur grabbed expectantly, one after the other, searching both sides of each for a treat. Seeing nothing there, he chirped in disappointment and flew away. Toph grunted with a grin, "He's as bad as Sokka."

Scanning the beach, Momo spotted Aang and Iroh next, and decided to try his luck there. Both of them were moving around in what looked like a dance. When Momo decided to join in, the two just laughed, Iroh's boisterous guffaw a sharp contrast to Aang's airy chimes of laughter.

"He's a very entertaining creature," the old man chuckled.

Aang giggled in reply, "He's probably just hoping we'll give him something to eat. Go on, Momo, no food here," he said, still grinning, "Try looking in the tents."

Dropping his ears with a sad purr, he flew off yet again. Only one tent was actually open and he could see Sokka and Katara inside. Maybe they had food, although he figured he'd likely have to fight Sokka for it. Landing within, he saw a stack of what looked like pale, square-shaped leaves covered in black lines. Thinking they might be edible, he tried one, only to have both teens shout at him as he dashed back out of the tent. He made a mental note that the leaves were not food…they tasted awful.

Circling the campsite again, he finally landed on top of one of the tents to consider where he should try next. Then he caught the scent of something…tasty. He looked around to find the source of the smell only to discover it was below him. Running over to the side, he dropped his head over the edge and poked his face in. There sat the other recent addition to the group, the boy with the scar, picking absently at a half-eaten plate of food.

Momo wasn't quite sure how to approach this one for a treat. He knew that Sokka didn't trust him, but that Toph did. Katara seemed to tolerate him, and Aang was careful around him yet still friendly toward him nonetheless. He had joined with the old man, whom Momo definitely liked, so he couldn't be that bad. Thus, summoning his courage, he dropped into the tent and waited to be noticed.

The young fire bender looked up at the new arrival, momentarily startled. But seeing no threat, he went back to poking the chopsticks at his food without any real interest in it. The little lemur watched quietly for a moment, then purred inquisitively. Zuko merely sighed.

"Help yourself, I'm not very hungry." And he pushed the plate toward Momo.

Momo shoved the food into his mouth, emptying the plate in a matter of moments. With his little belly finally full, the lemur looked up and chirped his thanks, receiving a rare, slightly crooked, but genuine smile from the young man. Momo of course had no idea what an uncommon privilege had just been bestowed on him, so he thought nothing as he tossed back one last parting purr before taking to the sky once more.

He spotted Appa surrounded by water tribesmen, the lot of them moving over and about him with lengths of rope that were knotted at regular intervals. At first, he thought his big shaggy friend might be in danger, and he swooped down to help scare off the 'attackers'. This got him an annoyed groan from Appa, who told him in no uncertain terms to leave the men alone; they were measuring him for a new saddle. Determining that this would be boring, Momo flew away again. With nothing to do at the camp, he decided to fly up the river and just enjoy the morning breeze.

He flew quite a ways from the harbor, careful to keep the river in sight. It was a nice, sunny day and the wind felt pleasantly cool as it sifted through his fur. Without a care in the world, he banked on the currents to head back, completely oblivious to the dark shape looming above him, lowering on silent wings and intent on having a morning snack of its own.