horny bois on the loose

[chaoticlootral]

[Or, rather, not so horny and not really on the loose at all, just crashing into a hotel room. Taako flops face down diagonally on the bed, so, deal with it Magnus.]

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[ruffboi]

Here's hoping!

[He still wants! To fight! A gecko.]

It will probably be some shit where they tempt us to try and kill. But here's hoping!

[chaoticlootral]

Maybe we shouldn't be saying it out loud. Giving them ideas.

[Um.]

For what it's worth, I'd fuckin' murder for a decent meal that isn't McDonald's right now.

[ruffboi]

...Oh! Akira told me something this week. Max sells stuff other than weed, like vegetables and things. I bet you could get ingredients from him, if you want to cook something.

[Then again, maybe poisoning hallucinations are a little too recent for Taako to be into that idea. It's fine either way.]

[chaoticlootral]

[Uh! Magnus! What the fuck! Removing his hand so he can? Shove him?]

What-- No fuckin' way! What the fuck! Why didn't you tell me? Just sitting on that one until, what, I don't know, I had a knife out and was hovering around on Thursday jonesin' for a fresh bunch of cilantro? Fuck you!

[ruffboi]

He just told me this week! There was a lot going on!

[chaoticlootral]

[Just going to keep shoving him :/]

Oh, so you were gonna let me go to my grave here, never having shown these assholes I can blow their goddamn minds? Poor sweet Taako, died for our sins last Saturday, shame I never told him Max has a Whole Foods in his goddamn pocket!

[ruffboi]

[Noooooooo. Just getting shoved by Taako's scrawny noodle arms.]

Fine, fine, I'll go in on some veggies for you? How's that?

[chaoticlootral]

[Okay, okay. He stops shoving at that, just crossing his arms. Placated, but clearly still sulking a bit.]

Personally, thinking you owe me the whole deal, especially if you're gonna eat whatever I make, but that's just me.

[ruffboi]

I already went halfsies on a flamethrower, and you don't even want to return it.

[chaoticlootral]

I went halfsies on risking my life on sorta dumb plans, so. Seems fair to me.

[ruffboi]

Okay, okay. Fine. Only 'cause I've got that eel money. But not just for me. If you can swing the ingredients, I think a lot of people could use a good meal.

...Though also, we could recoup some of the costs that way, too.

[chaoticlootral]

What kinda pricing scheme are you running here? We can recoup all the costs that way. And profit.

[ruffboi]

I mean! I thought we'd mostly do it to be nice. But I'm good with profit.

[chaoticlootral]

We can be nice and not bankrupt ourselves.

[ruffboi]

[Sure. But yeah, he'll pay. They can joke around, but he wants Taako to be happy. If cooking can cheer him up a little, he wants that.]

Whatcha gonna make?

[chaoticlootral]

[Even just talking about it has kinda bolstered his mood, poisoning nightmares be damned. Almost kinda bouncing, clearly planning way more than he can possibly make with what they can afford.]

. . . Ratatouille? A tomato Galette, maybe with some goat cheese, a little thyme, some caramelized shallots-- Oh, what about chard anzelottos? Or a cauliflower souffle!

[ruffboi]

Oof. All too fancy sounding for me, I dunno what most of that is. I'm sure it'll be great, though.

[Happy at Taako perking up. Just letting him ramble about cooking.]

[chaoticlootral]

Fine. And I guess a pizza.

[ruffboi]

Now you're talking.