[Wow, this kid is like a whirlwind of words. He kind of reminds Perona of that other little windy girl, who talked fast. Actually, now that she thinks about it....their clothes were very similar. Perhaps they were related somehow? Brother and sister or something. Anyway, she tries to decipher Aang's words, sighing and pressing a few fingers to her temple. She has enough of a headache as it is.]

It's impolite to ask a lady's age, but I'm twenty. I'll be twenty-one in the late spring. [So don't forget and get her a cute present.] But you're saying I was here once when I was younger, left, came back as I am, and left again? ...And now I'm ba--