[u]Balthazar scratches his head, his massive fingers sifting through his white hair. A few stray hairs float down, illuminated in the light like particles of dust. Po leans against the tree, taking out his book of Botany once again, leafing aimlessly through the pages.[/u] P: "[b]We were just relaxing. Appreciating so-called retirement, if you will.[/b]" [u]Balthazar chuckles after Po says retirement, thoroughly amused by the concept.[/u] B: "[i]That's right. No more fighting for us. We're taking a break from it all, as it's getting to be hard on our old bodies.[/i]"