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Keep up, huh...

[Mikleo stares down at his mug silently for a long moment, considering his options and the contents within. He's not an irresponsible person, not one to immediately act when he's been issued a challenge. Just because he can do something doesn't mean he should. ...This week has sucked, though, and he's tired of feeling like hot garbage about it.

He's tired of thinking about Sorey, and how much he loved ice cream and milkshakes and everything Mikleo made for him, and how different this conversation would be if he were still here.

So finally, with a shrug, he throws back the cup and chugs the entire rest of the milkshake in one long, dramatic go. And when the mug is empty he leans back down, pats politely at his mouth to catch any lingering froth, and shoots Taako a defiant glance, completely unbothered by the chill.]

Like that?

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Taako watches in plain and open shock as Mikleo chugs his entire drink like he's the star quarterback at the homecoming dance's illegal kegstand and the cops are showing up at any minute so he has to destroy the evidence. And then he has the gall to pat at his mouth like he's at some kinda fancy high afternoon tea and Taako loses it. He doubles over, laughing, hand over his eyes, forgetting that his drink is only half gone as it sloshes around in his cup.]

Holy fuck! That was amazing - like, holy shit, you've been holding out on me, Mickey! I-

[He dissolves into giggles again before taking a deep breath and straightening up, wiping at his eye.]

Fuck! We gotta get you another one now, nerd. You can't dip fries into an empty cup.

[Huh. Weird... even if the taste is still kind of foul, it feels almost nice, in the aftermath of everything. The sound of laughter after wallowing so long in the gloom is a breath of fresh air.

Mikleo smiles, small and thoughtful, and sets his mug down, getting another couple of ice cream scoops to start up a second milkshake.]

Right, you still have to show me how exactly that appealing.

That you still doubt my culinary choices wounds me to the very soul, Mickey.

[But he wanders back into the kitchen, too, unscrewing the top of the chocolate liqueur again to pour in a healthy (or rather, unhealthy) amount of booze into the concoction. The little smiles, while not as satisfying as seeing someone laugh and brighten, are still a victory. He'll take what he can get and just cross his fingers that Mikleo isn't a weepy drunk.

The blender is brought back out and once Mikleo has the ice cream and milk measured, Taako blasts it again to the right consistency.]

I'm gonna get you to come around to my way of thinking one day or another.

[Even Mikleo doesn't know if he's a weepy drunk, so fingers crossed. He accepts his mug back once the shake is finished, lifting it in a quasi-salute towards Taako.]

Well, first you've got to show me. You just- dip it? The fries?

[Because that's how he made it sound but it also sounds like a salty mess...]

Yup, just give it a dunkaroo right into it, get some of that milkshake goodness right up on it and pop it right in the ol' gob.

[He motions for Mikleo to follow him and heads back to the lounge, eager to start eating before the fries lose their crispiness. Soggy fries are the literal worst and these were hand-fried and hand-cut by Taako. Letting them get soggy would be a crime against the culinary world.

Once they're back, he flops onto the sofa and rips the brown paper bag open, taking a deep breath of the golden brown crinkle-cut potatoes inside.]

Get ready for your world to change, my dude.

[Then he plucks two out of the pile and pushes the bag toward Mikleo.]

[Mikleo can't help but give the bag a dubious look, but... well, what's the harm? It's not like he'll die. He sits down on the opposite end of the couch and picks out a fry, dips, and bites.

....]

That's... huh.

[It's not??? bad??? honestly he expected it to be bad. And he knows Taako is a good cook, which is why this seemed like such a weird combination.

But yeah, not bad. He tries it a second time.]

[While Mikleo tentatively goes through his first one, Taako lounges back and chows down on his fries. The way he pauses and goes in for a second causes a grin to spread across Taako's face and he grabs a few more fries, sticking them into the top of his milkshake like he's an acupuncturist.]

Sooooooo? What do you thiiiiink?

I'm not so sure about my world being changed...

[That's a bit of an exaggeration, but considering this is Taako, a bit of hyperbole is to be expected.]

Still, I'll admit defeat. You were right, it's tasty.

I'll take it.

[Because Mickey might not be so big into the sweeping verbals displays, but hearing that Taako is right? Good enough!

His grin widens and Taako kicks his feet up on a corner of the table away from the food.]

Plus, added bonus, it'll help absorb that entire flagon of alcohol you chugged earlier, so hopefully you won't have such a nasty hangover tomorrow.

[Mikleo's hand goes immediately still, his eyes widening.]

Hungover? I don't even know if that can happen to seraphim!

[Has he ever seen Zaveid drunk!? He drank all the time but...]

Well then, you know what we gotta do, right?

[Taako grins and holds up the bottle of liqueur, wiggling it at him.]

It's for science. You wouldn't deny science, would you?

[Mikleo shoots him a skeptical glance.]

I'm fairly certain there's a lot of science I would deny, actually. Especially when it comes hand in hand with that look on your face.

[Doesn't seem to stop him from still sipping at his shake, though.]

What look? I'm totally innocent in this.

[And apparently doing a good job of distracting Mikleo, meaning he's doing exactly what he came here to do.]

Science is innocent in all this! How dare you deny it. It just wants to have a good ol' time.

[And make some real bad decisions. Taako reaches into his pocket and digs around until he finds what he needs. Then he pulls out two shot glasses and winks.]

Or are you chicken?

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