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TAAKO

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Pâtissier

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[They're conditionally in. The conditions being that he makes them or that at the particular moment they happen he's feeling receptive towards jokes.]

You're gonna come back to calamari.

[That's not really important, though, and Taako gives Lucretia's hand a gentle squeeze.]

You holding up okay?

[scholiast]

What do you think happens memory-wise if you eat a voidfish?

(She is only proposing this because she doesn't particularly want to answer Taako's question, but she does anyway, because he is being so nice when he really doesn't have to be.)

Yeah, well enough. (She stares moodily into her coffee. How honest is she allowed to be, here.) I'm... I've been having more nightmares lately. About my cycle.

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[There's no point speculating on the science of eating a voidfish, because even if he had any clue, he can tell she's just trying to avoid the question.

Which... he understands, once her answer comes, his expression softening just a little.]

You know Lup will always come over, right? If you, uh, you know, if you don't wanna be alone.

[A few weeks ago, that would've been his name, not Lup's, but he can't do that yet.]

[scholiast]

Yeah, I know. I don't...

(want to involve her? It sounds stupid, but with the way things are between her and Taako right now, she doesn't want to make Lup into some sort of go-between. Besides, it's something she can handle alone.)

I'm fine, it's just exhausting.

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[Taako sighs, leaning back in his seat so he can scrub a hand of his face.]

We're not-- we didn't get a fucking divorce, Luce. Lup's your family, too and I'm not gonna start shit just she forgave you.

[He knows her well enough to pick up on what isn't being said.]

[scholiast]

(She gives him a funny look, like she's about to laugh.)

I know that. But if I'm inviting Lup over, I want it to be for fun times and happy meals, not my... own personal brand of trauma.

(Like, if it's gonna be shit it may as well be shit for only one person rather than two yknow.)

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Well, fuck, I mean, god forbid we actually try to process any of our shit.

[It's half a joke and half just... tired. He's not angry at Lucretia, right now, hes just done with all their bullshit, including his own.]

[scholiast]

Beverly suggested I see a therapist, actually.

(She's still trying to process that one because obviously her knee jerk reaction is to refuse, but she's trying to come at it from every angle for once.)

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[That... sure is a thing that Lucretia just said out loud, and Taako makes a very dedicated effort to not immediately reel back in horror.]

I guess that's not like, the worst idea anyone's ever had.

[Which is about as neutral as he can get on this one.]

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Yeah, it's a very sensible idea. I kinda hate it though.

(She knew Taako would understand.)

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[It's hard not to be dismissive, because how could anyone understand what they've been through, what Lucretia's been through, that painful and lonely year, but he doesn't want to push her away from the idea if she's considering it.]

Pretty sure I'd break into hives or some shit as soon as I set foot in there.

[Making a joke about himself is fine, though.]

[scholiast]

(She chuckles, nodding her head.)

Hey, you and me both. But, uh– (a soft sigh, a quick gulp of coffee,) I think I'm going to give it a go. Just to... see what it's like, I suppose. I don't have to commit if I hate it, right.

Besides, I want to try and take Beverly's suggestion seriously since she cared enough to give it.

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[That surprises him, but it also doesn't, in a way, because it's a logical reasoning of the situation, including wanting to respect the suggestion that Beverly made. It's so very Lucretia that he can't help but smile.]

Promise not to talk too much shit about me?

[scholiast]

You know, I was going to go in guns blazing but since you've both done me a favour and asked nicely I suppose I can leave off for at least the first session.

(But she's obviously joking, her expression fond.) I'm not going to talk shit about you, Taako.

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[Taako's not half as stupid as he pretends to be, and he knows that if Lucretia does see this through, the topic of... all of them is going to come up, but especially him, considering he's the one who hasn't forgiven her yet.

But acknowledging that is a little too much.]

Much appreciated, bubbale, you never know when I'm gonna get famous and I can't have any hot fucking goss floating around.

[scholiast]

(Of course, but she's not about to throw him under the bus or anything. It's not because of him that she has issues that need to be taken to a therapist.

Knowing she's going to have to sit down and think about how exactly she would even begin to talk about everything on her mind is, like, the biggest mood killer though so she's going to set that one far aside for now.)

No problem.

(She has a joke lined up about now having to make extensive edits to the first draft of his biography that she's ghost writing, but then she remembers the look on his face after she'd kissed his cheek, and pauses, chewing her lip as she takes a sip of coffee to hide her hesitation.)

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[This is still a complicated field of goddamn mines that Taako isn't sure how to navigate, which is probably some kind of ironic when he's the one with all the buttons to press. But he can sense the quieting of Lucretia's mood and his own is... tricky, so he decides that maybe this is enough for now.]

You wanna get back to Beverly?

[It's a suggestion, but the implication should be obvious enough; he's ready to leave.]

[scholiast]

(Lucretia had been ready to make the same excuse, so this comes as a relief; she nods, and snaps the lid back on her half finished coffee so she can sneak it back upstairs.)

Thanks for the things, I owe you one.

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We're good, bubbale.

[Taako, who always needs to make an exit, ensures that he's the first to his feet and as he passes Lucretia, he reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze.

And then he's gone.]