"Thank you."

Aang has yet to understand what Avoxes are yet. He doesn't know why they don't talk to him, figuring that they're just told not to, or perhaps they're antisocial.

But he appreciates the gesture, even if the person with the yellow hair and strange Water Tribe eyes is very quiet about it. He takes the paper glider back, giving the man a warm smile.

"Do you want to make gliders with me?"