Better than this! I have magic - I turn a chicken into a turkey and back again, because turkey is trash meat! I change apple cider vinegar into a balsamic in an instant. It was so good!
[He is ABSOLUTELY the best possible audience Taako could have - Taako even starts showing off more and more!! Tossing things from hand to hand and doing a stupid little dance every time he adds something. They are just feeding off each others chaotic energies at this point. Nor is he shy about showing him what he's doing? He's not secretive about it, since this is after all, a teaching exercise. Every time he's asked what he adds he just yells the ingredient out 'JALAPEÑO, NUTMEG, LIME JUICE and this is all getting very weird.
It's actually been a very long time since he's cooked with this much enthusiasm. There's a certain mania to it that suggests an edge of stress, but he's not about to talk about it. Once he's done - which isn't very long - he poses in front of the soup, spoon in the air - before taking a deep bow like he's on stage.]
[i hope someone walks into the kitchen to get a snack only to see these two just hopping around a pot of bubbling liquid yelling JALAPENOS!!! and just walks back out again
In any case, seems like neither of them are inclined to talk about the Stress Induced Edge Of Mania here. He's devoting his full attention and enthusiasm to being a good audience! He plays along, repeating ingredients, ooh-ing and aah-ing at all the right moments, applauding and spinning and just generally having way too much energy for someone who probably got like 2 hours of sleep and watched people melt For Science™.
Once it's done, Taako gets a particularly furious round of applause.]
Wonderful! Marvelous!! The best time I've ever had watching someone cook--! I can't wait to give it a try!
[At which point he'll just go nab a spoon of his own to dip into this extra spicy hell pot, carefully holding a hand below so not a drop spills. And after sampling it, the sparkles only intensify. Somehow. He must be siphoning extra energy from all the reanimated dead around here.]
—Ah! What's that? What's that?! A taste I've never had before! I see what you mean - the layer—! The complexities! Something smokey? Something like citrus, is that it? Ooh, I can't even tell what that part was, but it's good, it's good! Delicious!
That one's particularly popular with goblin crowds. Fewer tastebuds.
[Taako's ego is getting so goddamn big it might melt itself out of his ears onto the kitchen floor? His chest is all puffed up and he's particularly extravagant whenever he talks now, big hand gestures and braid flipping and all. He doesn't eat his own food - he's not particularly hungry - but he watches with all the intensity of someone watching you hold their baby for the first time. Also if he didn't like it, he'd have to kill him? So that's good at least.]
So if yours can be even a quarter, no, a tenth as good, you can stop torturing all of us with your choices.
[He is basically a goblin so that's honestly fair. Helping himself to a proper bowl of his goblin-popular soup!!]
Haha, well, I can certainly try! But nothing compares to the original, you know? It would be a terrible shame if anyone at all had to settle with my cooking when yours is right there.
[Does he just want Taako to make bigger batches of food more often so he can have an excuse to eat more of Taako's cooking?? Yeah. Yeah, he sure does.]
I think I've probably scared a couple of people off from trying anything I make, anyway!
[ Taako is stubborn but really sadly easily goaded into proving shit - such as his cooking being the best in this place - so unfortunately this tactic is working. ]
I’m not that big of an idiot. That’s exactly the excuse I use to get out of doing laundry or washing dishes or cleaning up my alchemy table when Magnus does it so much better.
Haha, well, I've collected quite a few since I woke up here. [The shitpost lives on.] But by the book, it's Wei Wuxian. Nice to meet you properly!
[Meanwhile, he's moseying back to his cookie corner to set his bowl down so he can pick that bad boy back up.]
They look like they'd make very good ones. You should! You'd probably get a good few handful of volunteers who are tired of eating those packaged ones from that vending machine.
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[He is ABSOLUTELY the best possible audience Taako could have - Taako even starts showing off more and more!! Tossing things from hand to hand and doing a stupid little dance every time he adds something. They are just feeding off each others chaotic energies at this point. Nor is he shy about showing him what he's doing? He's not secretive about it, since this is after all, a teaching exercise. Every time he's asked what he adds he just yells the ingredient out 'JALAPEÑO, NUTMEG, LIME JUICE and this is all getting very weird.
It's actually been a very long time since he's cooked with this much enthusiasm. There's a certain mania to it that suggests an edge of stress, but he's not about to talk about it. Once he's done - which isn't very long - he poses in front of the soup, spoon in the air - before taking a deep bow like he's on stage.]
I give you: Taako's Deluxe Extra Spicy Hell Pot!
[He's breathing a little hard? Yikes, Taako.]
Enjoy.
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In any case, seems like neither of them are inclined to talk about the Stress Induced Edge Of Mania here. He's devoting his full attention and enthusiasm to being a good audience! He plays along, repeating ingredients, ooh-ing and aah-ing at all the right moments, applauding and spinning and just generally having way too much energy for someone who probably got like 2 hours of sleep and watched people melt For Science™.
Once it's done, Taako gets a particularly furious round of applause.]
Wonderful! Marvelous!! The best time I've ever had watching someone cook--! I can't wait to give it a try!
[At which point he'll just go nab a spoon of his own to dip into this extra spicy hell pot, carefully holding a hand below so not a drop spills. And after sampling it, the sparkles only intensify. Somehow. He must be siphoning extra energy from all the reanimated dead around here.]
—Ah! What's that? What's that?! A taste I've never had before! I see what you mean - the layer—! The complexities! Something smokey? Something like citrus, is that it? Ooh, I can't even tell what that part was, but it's good, it's good! Delicious!
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[Taako's ego is getting so goddamn big it might melt itself out of his ears onto the kitchen floor? His chest is all puffed up and he's particularly extravagant whenever he talks now, big hand gestures and braid flipping and all. He doesn't eat his own food - he's not particularly hungry - but he watches with all the intensity of someone watching you hold their baby for the first time. Also if he didn't like it, he'd have to kill him? So that's good at least.]
So if yours can be even a quarter, no, a tenth as good, you can stop torturing all of us with your choices.
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Haha, well, I can certainly try! But nothing compares to the original, you know? It would be a terrible shame if anyone at all had to settle with my cooking when yours is right there.
[Does he just want Taako to make bigger batches of food more often so he can have an excuse to eat more of Taako's cooking?? Yeah. Yeah, he sure does.]
I think I've probably scared a couple of people off from trying anything I make, anyway!
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I’m not that big of an idiot. That’s exactly the excuse I use to get out of doing laundry or washing dishes or cleaning up my alchemy table when Magnus does it so much better.
[ Hm! ]
I’ll cook but I want something in return.
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Haha, it was worth a shot. [TRAGIQUE. But he seems just as amenable to a fair trade as he's been to pretty much everything else, at least.]
Sure, sure! Fair's fair and all. Anything in mind or will you be coming to claim a favor later?
[He's already got his own Bill Of Favors stacking up.]
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[Apparently, he had nothing in mind.]
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[It's only fair, since he got this bombass soup in exchange. AND HIS COOKIE!! HE FORGOT ABOUT THAT.]
—What are you planning on doing with all of those, anyway? [Nodding toward the tray, wherever in this kitchen jungle it now resides.]
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[Looking at the cookies, giving a half-shrug.]
I dunno! Bribes, maybe? I haven't decided.
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[Meanwhile, he's moseying back to his cookie corner to set his bowl down so he can pick that bad boy back up.]
They look like they'd make very good ones. You should! You'd probably get a good few handful of volunteers who are tired of eating those packaged ones from that vending machine.
[He would 100% get got by a fresh cookie bribe.]