[For Donnie, art started out as purely pragmatic. Then in his very brief friendship with Kirby King, he saw the beauty in drawing for the sake of it, and he's gotten better in his honor over time.

Donnie starts when Leo says 'I love you.' Not that the sentiment is unexpected--he knows that his brothers love him, and he loves them too, loves them so much it hurts--but it's just not a thing they've ever said. But it's not a bad thing, right? Just unfamiliar.]

There's another thing you say that we don't.

[He says that with a fond if bemused smile. He thinks he could get used to that easier than calling Master Splinter 'Splints'.]

Oh yeah, you go on and on forever about focus and training and discipline and Bushido. I wouldn't say he's fussy, though. He'd probably insist I'm the fussy one. [Donatello shrugs, unashamed.] That's what happens when you're the de facto medic. If you all were better at taking care of yourselves, I wouldn't have to worry so much.

[He jerks his head towards the living room. He's specifically kept half of it completely bare. Bare and wide enough for katas.] I'll figure out getting you an odachi. Are there any other preferred weapons I should know about?