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TAAKO

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Pâtissier

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[signifies]

[ Clark smiles at him and steps in. ]

I remember promising you some recipes.

[ He dips his chin towards the pie he's holding. ]

And I thought you might like blueberry.

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You really got that whole rustic hospitality thing going on, huh?

[That's a compliment, even if it's sort of oddly worded (d&d pls), because even if there isn't Fantasy Southern Charm for Taako to draw a direct comparison with, there's still cute little villages where people invite each other over for tea and pie all the time.

Which, speaking of:]

Tea or coffee? I think I've finally mastered coffee so that it doesn't taste awful when I make it.

[It was a struggle but he persevered.]

[signifies]

[ He ducks his head. It's a sweet thing to say, even if it sounds a bit flippant. ]

I'll try your coffee.

[ Clark likes to live dangerously. ]

Where should I put the pie?

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Cool, cool, cool, living on the edge, I like it.

[He waves a hand at the kitchen bench, both to indicate a spot and to clear a plate out of the way (it's lifted up by a faint blue outline of a hand that then places it in the sink), while he gets to work on the coffee.]

Is this a cream, ice cream, or as-is kinda pie?

[He's had blueberry pie before, but maybe Clark has a certain way he prefers his to be eaten.]

[signifies]

[ He can't help staring at the transparent hand. Magic is very new to him, and while Taako had outlined some rules it hasn't really registered that this is something people can do, and they consider it normal. ]

Ice cream. You can eat it as-is if you prefer it hot.

[ Clark sets it down on the counter where it'll cool down enough to be eaten. ]

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[He's acquired an aero press from somewhere (he liked the fact it was less acidic than coffee from a french press), so he's busy prepping the water and ground coffee before Clark speaks, at which point Taako has to pause so he can shoot Clark a faux-horrified look.]

Are you telling me you don't think you can have both? Cold ice cream and hot pie is a classic combo!

[signifies]

... Or both.

[ Here, let him hunt for some mugs. Clark doesn't like to sit idle. ]

Do you have any ice cream?

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[They're probably in a cupboard somewhere, good luck!]

Sure do! Unless one of the little shits I call roommates has eaten it all.

[He says that fondly, though. He's sort of stuck between wanting his own space and not wanting to be alone, so right now he's just dealing with the current situation and hopes to figure it out eventually.

Fetching ice cream is less complicated, and he does it using mage hand again because he's laaaazy.]

[signifies]

[ Looks like a job for Superman. ]

I can make a quick grocery trip if so.

[ Super-speed is very useful. He watches, fascinated, as the hand opens the freezer. ]

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[He's only half-paying attention to what's going on with the freezer situation, but he does notice Clark watching, so the mage hand gives him a friendly little wave before it dives in the freezer to search for ice cream.

And comes up empty.]

Aw, dunk.

[Taako blows out a puff of air, then leans back against the counter to lament all the mistakes he's made that have led him to this terrible moment.]

I'm not gonna make you run to the store just for ice cream, the pie will be way cold by the time you get back. [A little more hesitantly, he adds:] I can, uh. I can make some? Real quick.

[He can totally do this. Totally.]

[signifies]

[ Clark starts, very self-conscious. He didn't mean to stare. This isn't becoming less weird. ]

All right. [ he adds: ] I don't mind running out, honestly, I'd come back in a jiffy.

[ He still says 'jiffy' unironically. ]

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[Wait.

Taako makes a face like he's silently judging himself, and then laughs.]

I can teleport. Hold on!

[Bye.

He's back about ten seconds later with a tub of ice cream in hand. Was that enough time to actually pay for it? Did he even have his wallet with him? These are all mysteries Clark will never know the answer to.]

Think fast.

[Which is all the warning Clark gets before Taako tosses the ice cream in his direction, just assuming he'll catch it.]

[signifies]

[ what the hecky!!!!!

he nearly drops the box!!! ]

You can teleport. I'll... remember that.

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[He said think fast!!!]

Yup, I got a limit of 500 feet so don't go expecting a trip halfway around this moon, but you know! Magic!

[Coffee no. 1 is done, after all that, so he slides the mug over towards Clark, before grabbing sugar, milk, and the necessary utensils and crockery for pie consumption.]

[signifies]

I'm not sure I'll get used to it.

[ The ice cream box goes on the table. Clark takes the mug, blowing on it. The heat doesn't bother him. It's just an old habit to pretend. ]

Thank you.

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I'm not sure I'll get used to people looking at me like I'm fucking dangerous just 'cause I can cast some shitty spells. Welcome to the club, I guess.

[It's a surprising amount of honesty, though his tone isn't so much bitter as it is wry, and he moves on pretty quickly.]

You dishing up or will I do the honors?

[He's easy.]

[signifies]

[ It's still flippant, but Clark glances at him. Sometimes what's honest is the easiest to use as a deflection. ]

I'll serve. You made my coffee.

[ He puts down his mug quickly and gets the knife to cut out a slice for Taako and one for himself. ]

Is someone giving you trouble?

[ Okay, Clark won't let this one slide. ]

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Oh, you know, just real sick of getting called a demon or whatever.

[It's still kind of flippant and Over Dramatic but it bothers him more than he wants to admit; there are plenty of reasons to demonize (haha) him and none of them are because he does a few spells. It's not even just Sera, it's the way Bucky treated him with suspicion and how foreign the whole concept of magic is to some people.]

[signifies]

[ People are afraid of what they don't understand. Clark resolves to treat Taako's magic like it's normal. He knows what it's like to feel alien, and not be able to hide that. He should have been more considerate. ]

I think what you can do is very cool.

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See, you get it, I'm rad as hell.

[It's half-bluster and half-actual-confidence, because despite everything he really does enjoy doing magic, and it's such a big part of who he is that he can't really imagine not doing it anymore.]

I bet none of those losers can turn into a T-rex.

[Which. Taako can do.

Magic is weird.]

[signifies]

[ Taako, Clark was doing so well. He swallows his gulp of coffee very quickly. ]

No, I bet they can't.

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[He's not exactly over how much this whole thing annoys him, but he's decided to move on for the moment, since there's pie and coffee and Clark seems like a decent guy.

Taako dumps a slightly unholy amount of sugar into his own coffee, tops it up with cream, then steals ("steals") his serving of pie from Clark and makes his way over to the dining table to sit.]

So is this a secret family recipe kinda deal? If I mess it up are your great grandparents gonna haunt my ass?

[Seems legit.]

[signifies]

It's a family recipe. The rest I brought for you are from the Internet.

[ Blueberry pie isn't a closely guarded secret. If this were apple, they'd be having words. ]

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That's the thing on our phones, right?

[The internet is new to him, and he's still getting used to everything it can be used for.]

[signifies]

Yeah. You can use the blank bar on top to search for recipes.