IC Contact (Hadriel)

[storyseeker]

This is Elena. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

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[pocketspa]

[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.]

[storyseeker]

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.

[pocketspa]

[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.

[storyseeker]

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.

[pocketspa]

[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.]