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[Taako laughs like he's not even hurting, a practiced motion for making sure he's not vulnerable.]

Oh buddy, I got a thousand of those. How about the time I made a whole train disappear? Won a death race on a motorcycle I stole? No, wait, I have met a god. Two gods? At least two.

[It's easier to pick stuff from recent memory, because none of it involves her. It's fun to think about that time at the Bureau without all the context around it.

Meanwhile, he's cracking eggs into a bowl, measuring out butter and a bit of milk. He's barely even looking at it, two smaller translucent hands giving him the actual items as he talks.]

Trust me, I have a ton of this shit. Like, not to call humans out, but I've literally been around like 250 years, it's been a llllot.

[Despite everything, she can't help but laugh at those brief descriptions, and wonder about the tales behind them. Knowing Taako, they're just as ridiculous as he makes them sound, even factoring in his bragging.]

God, we must look like little babies to you. How old is 250 in elf years? Teenager, younger adult...?

[For all she knows, this is what their elder statesmen look like. She smiles as they work, because it's easy to pretend that this is nothing more than a cooking session between friends. But they both know it won't last.]

[He snorts, letting his shoulders shake as he mixes the wet ingredients with a whisk.]

Nah that's like, pretty solidly adult. We look like any other adult person by the time we're like, 25, but most elves have this whole thing where you don't know enough of the world until you're a hundred to say you're an adult. Which as far as I'm concerned is just a way to be racist against people who don't live as long? So like, we look physically like adults at the same pace, but we just kinda hit the pause on that whole age thing for uhhhh another 500 years.

[Something like that. He hasn't truthfully been keeping track so well.]

Some people claim elves can make it to a thousand, but I kinda doubt I'll go that long, like ugh. That sounds like a lot, y'know? But I'm not like, old, by elf terms. Also a hundred years of that literally didn't count due to some weird ass magic, soooo what do I know. How's the dry stuff comin'?

[Good to know. Lup's never been particularly secretive about herself, but not everything comes up during casual chitchat. If she comes back...well, Elena will set that thought aside as she slides the dry ingredients bowl over.]

Doesn't sound so different from human young adults in some ways. Don't get me wrong, teenagers can be absolute idiots--I know I was sometimes, and I was allegedly one of the 'very mature for my age' ones--but there's this stretch of time where you're old enough to fight in a war but not enough to decide whether you can drink or get good car insurance. Extending that to 100 would just piss people off. Anyway, here you go.

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[He laughs a bit as he takes it from her, passing it off to one of the extra hands which begins to gradually mix it with the wet. Taako stirs while he speaks, looking at the bowl.]

Yeah, it's stupid. That's why Lup and I are better elves. Elves like, 5.0. Skippin' right over that 2 through 4 biz.

[He's had more chances than most, though. A lot more. His face crumples slightly at the mention of her name, mouth pulling towards a frown.]

She's... I mean, we've seen a lot. That's just what happened. It's not a big thing.

[As if those circumstances didn't change his entire life, or something.]

Still. It's pretty cool.

[She won't make it a big thing whether or not it should be one, though, because they're dancing around the topic of what they've lost and they both know it. It's why they're here at all; there's no forgetting the great big elephant taking up most of the space in the room.

But they can slide around the edges. Maybe.]

I haven't baked anything in a long time. Or gotten baked.

[Thank god for Elena knowing when not to push a subject. Taako's so used to Lup pushing into the places that hurt, looking for a solution, for something to relieve him. It's a pressure, but one he kind of needs right now. But not one he wants. Fuck that.]

Yeah, 'cuz you freaked out last time. No reason not to cook around here, though. Don't tell me you just eat shit out of the can around here, that sucks.

I'm trusting you to make sure the edibles don't lead to it happening again.

[Just her luck. Bad reaction to toking up, a lying husband, a missing husband...]

And no, no we don't. But there's space between shit from a can and a gourmet meal.

[He snickers a bit, getting everything mixed and reaching around for a pan.]

Look, it's gonna be fine. Actually, better than fine, gonna rock more than whatever passes for the food you just described. Like, don't tell me- you put it on a plate. Because that's just as bad! Nothing out of cans here is just okay, jeez. Y'know, Lup and I swear by the seasonings around here, or at least what we got left after the orchard did, y'know, some dumb shit. A little goes a looong way. Unless Nateyboy knows more about cooking than I thought.

[He probably shouldn't have mentioned Lup. Or Nate. But fuck it, he's so goddamn tired of being sad. He wants to get fun baked, so maybe he has to just punch a hole in the entire ordeal.]

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