Taako shrugs easily and shakes his head. "You're standing in a constructed mind-space that shows memories like a TV show and that's the biggest concern you have?"

Because honestly, he has no idea what he's making. It's likely just a distant memory of something, a muscle memory that the dream is making him go through. Nothing of import and nothing he can conceptualize right now. It could be whatever his visitor wants, or whatever he doesn't. Like Schrodinger's Pastry.

"You'll probably be long gone before it comes outta the oven anyway, so why worry?"