Admittedly, the beach was a desperate gambit. Katara, later in the day and more than ready to swing home had managed to lead them back there only for Masaomi to have looked around and seize on the only out he saw at the time: the teleporter he knew was within the barracks. The beach wasn't his ideal place the go after the whole fruit thing. He'd not even gone there since... but between the beach and her ruining the plan by going home, the choice proved obvious - he'd tell her she should see the ocean.

It worked. Of course it worked, most of today had worked out well. But he could take no pride in this one, because he knew he was out here withhis tail between his legs.

Not that he wasn't trying to hard sell. Namely, he talked about how pretty the waves looked or how interesting the sand felt. And he was about to break into some chat about taking off shoes to feel the sand better when-

Someone called.