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(last updated: 1/25/19)

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"Incredible. There are two moons on my world, but as far as I know, they're both genuine... It's almost genius. Transport could be managed with portals easily, it's just a matter of getting up there." He trails off, clearly itching to take some notes before he remembers this is a dream and he won't be tested on it.

"That's something, I suppose. I don't trust that nor do I trust the thought of someone mucking about with my memories, personally. It's very suspicious." He peers out the window for a moment, then back to Taako and whatever he's working on.

"What are you making?"

"Giant glass cannonballs," he replies, very matter-of-factly as if that wasn't the weirdest shit on the planet to him at one point.

As for mucking with his memories? There's something about that which should bother him, but he's literally in a room right now designed to display memories at the drop of a hat, so he can't really get mad, can he? Well, he could, but what's the point?

Taako shrugs and sprinkles a little something into the pot. "No idea - maybe it's an old recipe or a new one. Can't tell."

If Belthazar looks into the pot, he'll see why Taako can't tell him. The smell of something wonderful is coming out of it, but there's nothing in the pot. Whatever he sprinkled in there, the herbs he dropped in earlier, all of it is gone as if it never existed.

Belthazar blinks a few times at that, and stares a little like Taako has just grown another arm out of his face. "... I suppose that would work, but it isn't the most subtle transport."

He isn't sure what to expect Taako to be making but his pot is completely empty. That's... weird. Just to make sure he isn't seeing things, he reaches over to simply dip his finger into the pot.

"Yeah, well, when no one can even comprehend your organization, subtle ain't exactly a hiiiiigh priority, ya' dig?" Taako chuckles and turns away from the stove to get something from a cabinet. As he's rooting around in there, Belthazar reaches into the pot and will feel....?

Resistance?

It feels as if there is something in there, a viscous something that can't be seen. It doesn't cling to Belth's finger nor does it burn him, but it's very obvious that he's touching something in there. It could be wet or dry or neither, but the sensation isn't clear. When Taako turns around, he sees Belth reaching into the pot and whacks him lightly on the arm.

"Hey - no touchy. I don't need it elf-flavored."

Belthazar already looks extremely disturbed before Taako chides him and gives him a polite whack. The elf hurriedly yanks his hand out and shoves it down at his side. It's... whatever that was, that texture is so deeply unsettling he almost shivers.

"That-- what is in there? I didn't see anything, but I felt... something... By the Light, I hope you at least skinned it first."

Taako rolls his eyes and shoos Belthazar back. "Didn't I just say I don't know?"

He honestly couldn't tell him if he tried. All Taako knows is that he's making something and he's meant to stay here and cook until it's done.

"For having elf ears, you got shit hearing."

Belthazar huffs, his cheeks puffing out. "Then how do you know when it's done? What if you burn it? That's so weird, Taako." And then, perfect bastion of maturity, he adds, "You are being very weird right now."

Granted they're in crazy dream land or something, so maybe it's not as weird as the other shit he's seen, but still.

"I heard you, I just chose to ignore it."

"You're standing in a wagon in the middle of a conjured headspace where you can touch item and literally live my darkest secrets and memories, and you think me not perfectly cooking an invisible substance in an imaginary pot is the weirdest, most unbelievable part?" His voice is perfectly deadpanned as he stares at Belthazar, measuring out an exact teaspoon of apple cider vinegar into his hand and dropping it into the pot. He makes sure to maintain the scathing glare as he does so, wiping his hand off on a towel.

"That's the part you find weird. Really."

Honestly, the way that Taako can give a dead stare while perfectly measuring ingredients is really impressive and also really intimidating. Taako knows his shit, which of course he does, but Belthazar's never had this kind of thing turned back on him before. Is this what it's like to be in Belth's kitchen when he's doing something?

"Listen," he says, and holds up a finger. "It's the fact you just accepted it. You of all people ought to be a lucid dreamer. Don't you want to keep me from poking things? Or asking questions you don't want to answer?"

"I have night terrors, my dude, lucid dreamin'? Not my wheelhouse."

It's a weird admission, but it's one that Taako's more than used to tossing out. It throws people off, stops them from asking weird questions, makes them feel bad about it usually, and then he can go about his usual business, smirking at his escape. He turns back to the mixture in front of him and continues working away at it, taste testing it and nodding in approval despite there being nothing on the spoon.

"And poking at things is what this place is for. I don't really have a choice in it - and neither do you, if you want to leave."

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