"What do you want kid?" Po asks making me freeze as I put a plate in the dishwasher. I straighten up quickly and glance across at him, he was wiping the counters while dad packed away some stuff that was left out after dinner.
"What do you mean?" I ask with a small frown, but he just raises an eyebrow in opposition.
"After dinner, you and all the other shitbags usually run off to do what shitbags do." He states with a smug voice that makes both his mate and I roll our eyes.
"They're are not shitbags." Dad says for what must've been the millionth time today alone.
"They take all our food, hold it inside like a bag then shit it out. They're shitbags." Po retorts quickly and I can't help but chuckle at his flawed logic. He smiles at me before continuing. "Anyway, my point is, you're here helping out so what do you want?"
It made no sense lying, he knew I wanted something and they were the only people who could give it to me.