several ways to skin a cat

Sitting still was a bit of a stretch for Tato. Really, if the pup wasn't fidgeting and squirming, it was pretty likely that he was asleep. Still, he wanted to learn things. He wanted to learn how he could do better when he play-fought with his siblings. In his mind, there wasn't much beyond play... little did the boy know, soon it would be far more than that. For now, the round little puppy, with his floppy joints and too-big paws would simply enjoy life as it was. Learning was cool, but maybe not the end all, be all. More important than learning was getting to do things. Potato likes to do things.

The call that came from the training area wasn't Ma. Weird, who would be calling for them that... wasn't their mother? A bit of a furrow to his brows, Potato pounced forwards. He'd make his way in that direction, and rather excitedly at that. It was really cool that Ma was teaching them, but the idea that there was another adult for Tato to pester learn from? Heck yeah! Confidently, the young boy bounced towards the training area.

He crossed the boundary, tail wagging, and pounced to where Hattori stood. It was maybe a bit too close to be polite, but hopefully he's still small enough that the act is a charming one. "What're we doin'?" He had to crane his neck upwards to look the man in the face, but that was okay. Really, Potato was just excited-- a fact that could be read in every ounce of his body language.

"Potato"