"Sokka! You stepped in my water spot!"

"I need room to lay out my maps! We've got to figure out a new plan!"

"Yeah, well, I need water! Can't you lay your maps out on the rock…there's plenty of that!"

Katara and Sokka were face to face, standing on the last patch of grass at the Western Air Temple. It had been a week since they landed, and the group was no closer to planning out their next move than when they arrived.

"Guys, come on…Sokka, just move over there. I'll make a wall so the wind can't blow your maps." Aang got down from his perch on the eastern wall and moved over to the area he indicated. Two seconds later there was a make shift room. Grumbling, Sokka moved his maps.

Satisfied, Katara took a deep breath to relax, and WHOOSH! The once green grass was a dead brown and its water in her pouch.

"Well, that's the last of it," she said, looking around. "We'll have to start taking from the clouds…although I don't think that water will be as good."

Toph yawned and shivered. "I wouldn't mind leaving this place…I don't know if you guys can feel it, but there's…"

"Yeah, yeah…we know…there's something here. Toph, we checked it out over and over again. There is nothing here…you are just jumpy from last week," Sokka said in a bored voice, not bothering to look up from his maps. "Aang even took a little trip into the Spirit World. Nothing."

Toph made a face. "Have I ever been wrong before?"

Sokka looked up. "Well…no…but there's a first time for everything."

Aang walked over to Toph and leaned down to her ear. "I feel nervous too…but I think it's cause…"

"Hey! I'm dropping this log…someone grab it quick!" Zuko yelled as he rounded the corner from the old fig tree garden.

"…he's here." Aang finished in Toph's ear. He rushed forward and grabbed the top log just as it toppled from Zuko's pile. Aang tossed it in the pit as Zuko unloaded his burden next to it.

"Thanks," Zuko gruffed.

"Yup," Aang half-heartedly said back. He went back to his perch on the eastern wall, but instead of watching the road, he kept one eye on Zuko and thought back over the weird events of the past week.

They had reached the Western Air Temple late in the night. No one had noticed that Zuko had been following them, so it was a great surprise to see him land. At first everyone had been against him, but by the next day Zuko had won everyone over that he truly had turned a new leaf. Toph questioned him over and over again, and that seemed good enough for Sokka. Katara, however…Aang frowned as he thought back to Katara's reaction. Katara had almost immediately accepted that Zuko had changed. This bothered Aang, but he didn't quite know why. He had not had a change to be alone with Katara, so the kiss he had given her before he left to find the Fire Lord still hung in the air between them.

"Aang?" Katara's voice yanked him back to the real world.

"Yeah?"

"Could you fly back to the top garden? See if there are some more roots left…"

"Aww…I'm sick of that root soup," Toph mumbled under her breath. Next to her, Zuko laughed low as he firebended a nice cooking fire.

"Me too," he said back. Katara's shadow was suddenly over them.

"I'd like to see you do better with what we've got," she said, annoyed.

Zuko stood up. "You can do that freaky thing and pull water out of nothing. Can't you pull some food out of the air?" He kept his face straight, but Katara knew he was testing her. For the past week he'd been lightly teasing her, seeing how far she could be pushed. Turning from him, she decided not to take the bait.

"It's going to be root soup."

Smiling, Zuko sat down again next to Toph. Suppressing a laugh, she held out her hand for a high-five and he returned it.