[Lup glares at him over her shoulder as the shark dick goes floating by, like she's annoyed he's not only making her make shark dick into a meal but now trying to dictate how she makes it. The dick plops down on their kitchen counter, squishing on impact.]
Good. [let her follow her cooking muse] It's been a few decades since I've worked with shark, but I'll whip something up. And it's going to be dope as hell.
[If nothing else, their time drifting from plane to plane has helped to develop the twin's skills by always giving them new things to work with and taking away the things they were most used to using. It was a challenge, but one they both had no choice but to rise up with. It makes their stay in Hadriel seem like a breeze.] I've got this shark dick covered, but any requests for sides? You don't get a protein without some kind of veggies on the side.
[Magnus is pretty spoiled, all things considered. He's got the two, as far as he believes, greatest chefs ever to make sense of all these canned veggies and weird orchard fruits and random staples in between, fashioning better meals from very little than probably anyone else in the cave is eating.
So when she asks what he wants for a side, he doesn't grow indecisive from lack of selection. Quite the opposite. Taako's had plenty of time to learn to get creative with Hadriel's stock, and Lup's no worse, herself. After a period of indecision, he finally offers,]
[As far as side dishes go, Magnus picks a good one, something that will go well with the fishiness of the shark meat. Color Lup impressed!] Shark steak with a side of asparagus coming right up!
[Even using her magic, it takes the elf a little time to perfect her dish, rummaging through the spices that Taako had accrued while grumbling under her breath, making quick substitutions when the things she needed weren't immediately available. There's a few flashes of light and at least one instance of fire leaping up towards the ceiling while she works, but at the end of it, Lup plops an artfully plated meal in front of Magnus. She drops into the chair next to him and throws her hands up behind her head, leaning back.] Get your dick eating on, Burnsides.
Well, okay, it sorta still looks like a dick. But a delicious dick. Magnus digs right in, and as soon as the taste hits his tongue, he makes a noise of approval.]
Mm-- Dude, Lup, this is the best dick I've ever tasted. What the fuck.
[But the woman is beaming smugly, looking all too confident in her abilities after turning a giant shark dick into a real meal. This is absolutely going on her resume later, right under 'Played Tag with the Hunger for forty-seven years' and 'Also didn't murder any of my shipmates during that time'.] But I'm glad you approve. Worlds better than just frying it up, right?
There were tons of other sharks in the lake so, y'know, if you ever want a round two, just hit me up.
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Is that your request? Shark dick soup?
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[He watches the disembodied dick float past. That sure is a sight.]
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[If nothing else, their time drifting from plane to plane has helped to develop the twin's skills by always giving them new things to work with and taking away the things they were most used to using. It was a challenge, but one they both had no choice but to rise up with. It makes their stay in Hadriel seem like a breeze.] I've got this shark dick covered, but any requests for sides? You don't get a protein without some kind of veggies on the side.
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[Magnus is pretty spoiled, all things considered. He's got the two, as far as he believes, greatest chefs ever to make sense of all these canned veggies and weird orchard fruits and random staples in between, fashioning better meals from very little than probably anyone else in the cave is eating.
So when she asks what he wants for a side, he doesn't grow indecisive from lack of selection. Quite the opposite. Taako's had plenty of time to learn to get creative with Hadriel's stock, and Lup's no worse, herself. After a period of indecision, he finally offers,]
Something with asparagus, maybe?
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[Even using her magic, it takes the elf a little time to perfect her dish, rummaging through the spices that Taako had accrued while grumbling under her breath, making quick substitutions when the things she needed weren't immediately available. There's a few flashes of light and at least one instance of fire leaping up towards the ceiling while she works, but at the end of it, Lup plops an artfully plated meal in front of Magnus. She drops into the chair next to him and throws her hands up behind her head, leaning back.] Get your dick eating on, Burnsides.
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Well, okay, it sorta still looks like a dick. But a delicious dick. Magnus digs right in, and as soon as the taste hits his tongue, he makes a noise of approval.]
Mm-- Dude, Lup, this is the best dick I've ever tasted. What the fuck.
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[But the woman is beaming smugly, looking all too confident in her abilities after turning a giant shark dick into a real meal. This is absolutely going on her resume later, right under 'Played Tag with the Hunger for forty-seven years' and 'Also didn't murder any of my shipmates during that time'.] But I'm glad you approve. Worlds better than just frying it up, right?
There were tons of other sharks in the lake so, y'know, if you ever want a round two, just hit me up.
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[He feels sorta bad he made her cook for him without her getting any for herself.]
Or, uh, if you don't feel like dick, you could get, like. Any other part. A fin or something. Some tentacles.
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You're just thirsting for more sharktopus in general. Got it. Maybe next time I'll make you work for it, big guy.