"Momo's a flying lemur. He's comes from the same place I do, the Southern Air Temple." Aang gives him one more scritch, before he whispers to the lemur that he should go stay out of trouble. Momo licks Aang's face before taking off and gliding off of the boy's shoulders and returning to his out-of-reach perch...this time sans stolen kabob.

Aang airbends himself into a sitting position and begins helping to sort the boxes.