Reconstruction
(Set: post-KFP3)
"Evening, dragon warrior." Tigress chimed with a very feline grin as she rounded the entryway to the scroll room, still being repaired from Kai's attack. Po smiled at her presence, openly so she'd see she was welcomed. He had an armful of scrolls in his left arm, and one in his right hand. The Five had been donating a lot of their time to clean-up efforts since Kai's defeat, a lot of which included scrounging for surviving scrolls and slowly re-organizing them into the many shelves. Po and Tigress had been doing so together almost every evening. Not for any ulterior purpose, of course. Just for the sake of scrolls. The private, quiet moments doing so provided them were just an unintended bonus.
"Evening, Ti." He said warmly. She gave him a sideways, questioning smirk as she gathered a handful of scrolls from the "unsorted" pile and took her place by his side to begin their work.
"'Ti', huh? I don't recall approving this nickname." She teased. He shrugged.
"Think of it as a shortening. I think it fits you." He justified. She nodded quietly. There was a beat of silence as they organized.
"If you say so, little lotus." He stopped short and almost dropped a scroll. She grinned to herself at his reaction.
"Okay, did my dad tell you that?" He turned to face her. "C'mon, spill. How'd you know?" He smirked. She returned his playful tone and expression.
"No, your other dad did. Li and I had a nice chat before we left the village." She turned back to her work. "He's a wonderful man, Po. Take it as a compliment when I say you take after him in a lot of ways." She reached up to place a scroll on a high shelf.
"You think so, huh?" He smiled and handed her another. "So… what'd you guys talk about?" He questioned nonchalantly. She answered honestly and without hesitation.
"You. Shen's attack. Kung fu. Shifu. How you got to be where you are now. We covered a lot of topics." She left out his comment on how Po was "so lucky to have found someone who completes him so perfectly," and especially how she had thanked him rather than corrected him. Po nodded, accepting this answer.
"Yeah, he said he likes you. Like, a lot." Po mused aloud. She grinned. "He's been talking about you a lot. Well, more than he talks about the others, at least."
"I'm flattered to have made a good impression." She scrutinized another scroll.
"Yep." He hummed casually. "Like father, like son, I guess."
"Guess so, little lotus."