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Playing Favorites
(Set: between KFP2 and 3.)
"Seriously, hand made?" Monkey asked once again. The Five were gathered around the worn dining table of the training hall, settling down for supper after a long day's training.
"Yep. Took me about a full year to do all of 'em," Po answered as he distributed the various meals to his fellow warriors.
"I just can't believe you went to that much effort, how intense of a fan were you?" Mantis poked fun at him with a laugh. Po snorted and rolled his eyes good-heartedly.
"Apparently intense enough to graduate from 'fan' to 'personal chef.'" He chided and took his usual seat aside Tigress. He handed her a plate of noodles and received a thankful nod.
"Oh, Po, you know you're much more valuable to us than just your cooking." She said enticingly. "You also fight off the occasional deranged peacock." Tigress joked with a sideways look at him. He returned her smirk.
"I say we should all be flattered by your dedication, Po." Viper amended the teasing of her peers, although she didn't hide her obvious amusement. "So which of us was the hardest to make?"
Po pondered for a moment. "Hmm, gosh, it was so long ago…I think yours, Crane. Tons of intricate detail."
"Yet you seem to only carry the Tigress one with you in your travels." Monkey remarked, raising an eyebrow as he slurped his soup.
"You know I love you all equally." Po corrected.
"I dunno, Po. I feel pretty favored, with all my 'intricate detail.'" Crane said, and laughter arose from the group.
"Nope, equal as can be." Po said, passing them a bowl of buns. With the others distracted by the food, Po leaned over to Tigress.
"Don't worry, you're still my favorite." He whispered to her, as if concerned she'd actually been insulted. She rolled her eyes and chortled.
"As if I ever doubted." and they shared a discreet grin over bean buns.