[He's actually curious about the garden, especially since the girls had that kind of effect before the trial when they woke up here, and....ah. There's an Elf here.]
[He raises his hand in greeting.]
Oh, Taako. What are you doing here? Admiring the scenery?
[The answer might be more obvious when he gets closer, if his nose is not mechanized. Smokin' weed. Looking up when he comes in, lazily raising a hand back.]
I've had a hell of a week, you really gonna judge?
[He pauses for a second, putting the joint down and reaching down to his pocket - digging out . . . oh it's a biscuit. Wrapped in a napkin, so it wasn't just floating around in there at least.]
[Wow! You can literally see the ego inflation happen in real time as Taako sits up a little straighter and wiggles his shoulders while he runs his hands over his hair. Why, Hansa.]
Yup. Used to do a lot of it, had a traveling show and everything. Y'know, the little wagon and the t-shirt booth and going around to different towns. Learned a few cooking magic tricks, you know? Summoning eggs, instant measurements, make a chicken dance across the counter, audience goes nuts.
Um, a little unstable though, at times. Milk curdles when you don't hit the right magical temperature, misjudged the time bounce on the apple strudel . . . elderberry glaze into deadly nightshade.
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[He raises his hand in greeting.]
Oh, Taako. What are you doing here? Admiring the scenery?
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Chillin'.
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[Well, then.]
...Chilling with some help, I see.
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[He pauses for a second, putting the joint down and reaching down to his pocket - digging out . . . oh it's a biscuit. Wrapped in a napkin, so it wasn't just floating around in there at least.]
Here.
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[He's a Cool Priest (TM). But seriously, he doesn't care.]
[He does raise his eyebrows at the offered...pocket biscuit, taking it.]
Thank you. [A pause.] Do you mind if I sit with you, Taako?
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[Taking a drag and blowing it out before he shrugs a shoulder and scoots over on the bench, gesturing to the seat next to him.]
Go for it.
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[As if he'll ever bake anything himself. He does sit, munching on the biscuit for a moment. It's rich, and spicy.]
[...Taako really is an excellent chef.]
It's really good. Honestly, forget the magic. This is the real magic, haha.
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Wouldn't you know, I happen to agree.
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If you open up a bakery, I'll be your best customer. Guaranteed. [A beat.] That is, if you price them cheap. I'm not a walking piggy bank.
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[Snorting.]
Those are gonna be the most expensive biscuits ever made.
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[He laughs.]
I guess I'll have to get in your good graces, then. Maybe you can donate some to me out of the kindness of your heart for a simple priest like me.
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[Don't say that to a priest. Nonchalantly flicking the ash off the end of the joint.]
Tell you what, depends on the end of this here adventure. Everything turns out good, I'll give you a small discount.
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For me? A small discount? You shouldn't have. You know, people might think you like me or something.
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[Snorting a laugh, though, which is as good as admitting that, sure, tolerates Hansa better than most people here.]
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[Its hard to laugh after everything they've been through...but he does. Its easier with someone who knows how to react to his wisecracks, somehow.]
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[Taako was in a very bad mood, but sadly, this is helping.]
Anyway, tell me if you start feeling poisoned at all.
[wait what]
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[And he just. Shoots Taako a look.]
[And take another bite.]
Jokes on you. I have an iron stomach.
[Literally? Or is he joking??? God knows.]
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Fine! You'll be my test subject if you wanna play brave, padre.
[Trailing off.]
But seriously, it's all, y'know analog baking, so it's probably fine. Probably?
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Analog baking? Versus what, magical baking? Should I expect more glitter and sparkles?
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Um, a little unstable though, at times. Milk curdles when you don't hit the right magical temperature, misjudged the time bounce on the apple strudel . . . elderberry glaze into deadly nightshade.
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[He likes the mental image of it, though. Somehow it's extremely easy for him to imagine Taako putting on a show. Food Network: Taako Edition.]
Still. Sounds like a fun time. People want dinner and a show, you know?