[Eat first, then train? That would be reasonable. Of course, for Po, eating and training went hand in hand, which had been the way he'd learned kung fu in the first place. If she really wanted to test the limits of his abilities, she could stuff different kinds of foods all over the place and watch him climb ludicrous heights without needing to pant. It would be a show worth watching, a giant panda climbing up straight walls without any grips, eyes on the prize of a dumpling or a bun or a bowl of soup or whatever else. If there was one great motivator in Po's kung fu career, it was definitely food.
He smelled it before she even opened the door, dark nostrils flaring as he took in the scents and placed them accordingly in his head. Flour, he could pick up, and a variety of spices, and it all smelled wonderful. Of course, that wasn't what he was here for, but if she had taken the time to cook, he'd take the time to eat.
When he wouldn't take the time to eat would be more of a question, and one that Po would rather not answer.
While Po seemed furry and, perhaps, tall, Korra seemed tiny. Every human (or human-like creature) he'd come across seemed small and fragile, though he knew one's size hardly equated one's strength. The way humans spoke about them, he'd be curious to see how they'd react to the idea that the strongest warrior he fought with was a small praying mantis. But that would have to wait for later, because Po was smiling down at her, keeping his nose from quivering in the direction of the food, and eventually ducking his head to get through the door without bumping his forehead right into it. He'd learned that one the hard way.]
Hey! You're cooking? What are you making? Unless it's a surprise, then don't tell me. Because then it won't be a surprise.
[Very eloquent, as per usual. She's free to hug him, though. He's very open to it, even if it doesn't happen much in the circles he runs in. But, hey, he is furry, and he is friendly, and if that's what humans do with animals like that? Then he can deal just fine.]
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He smelled it before she even opened the door, dark nostrils flaring as he took in the scents and placed them accordingly in his head. Flour, he could pick up, and a variety of spices, and it all smelled wonderful. Of course, that wasn't what he was here for, but if she had taken the time to cook, he'd take the time to eat.
When he wouldn't take the time to eat would be more of a question, and one that Po would rather not answer.
While Po seemed furry and, perhaps, tall, Korra seemed tiny. Every human (or human-like creature) he'd come across seemed small and fragile, though he knew one's size hardly equated one's strength. The way humans spoke about them, he'd be curious to see how they'd react to the idea that the strongest warrior he fought with was a small praying mantis. But that would have to wait for later, because Po was smiling down at her, keeping his nose from quivering in the direction of the food, and eventually ducking his head to get through the door without bumping his forehead right into it. He'd learned that one the hard way.]
Hey! You're cooking? What are you making? Unless it's a surprise, then don't tell me. Because then it won't be a surprise.
[Very eloquent, as per usual. She's free to hug him, though. He's very open to it, even if it doesn't happen much in the circles he runs in. But, hey, he is furry, and he is friendly, and if that's what humans do with animals like that? Then he can deal just fine.]