[And there they were, the roller coaster resuming. Taako was receptive, Taako was laughing, and so, she could relax again. The lack of consistency was draining, but there was certainly worth in the little in between moments like this. The tips of her ears have perked a bit, a slight flit from the shift in emotion.
She could transmute items herself, all things considered, but Taako was also more experienced in knowing what these practical items were offhand, while she was still getting used to the concept of such things. Her own room still lacked decor, anyway, so it seemed suitable to have him be involved.
She thanks him in Elvish.
As for dinner... her tastes were still on the simplistic side for all his efforts, mostly surfacing in her preferences for sweeter fruits and crisp vegetables that he'd managed to draw out of her. More difficult still, to figure her out on the more complex flavored dishes. Pasta, at least, was only as complex as one made it, depending on the sauce or other fixings with it. She preferred it lighter of course, sparing while she was still barely able to identify different ingredients.]
Pasta, is it? That should be fine.
[It was sometimes strange to remember a time when she wasn't even familiar with it or the other meals, or even welcome the notion of it.]
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[And there they were, the roller coaster resuming. Taako was receptive, Taako was laughing, and so, she could relax again. The lack of consistency was draining, but there was certainly worth in the little in between moments like this. The tips of her ears have perked a bit, a slight flit from the shift in emotion.
She could transmute items herself, all things considered, but Taako was also more experienced in knowing what these practical items were offhand, while she was still getting used to the concept of such things. Her own room still lacked decor, anyway, so it seemed suitable to have him be involved.
She thanks him in Elvish.
As for dinner... her tastes were still on the simplistic side for all his efforts, mostly surfacing in her preferences for sweeter fruits and crisp vegetables that he'd managed to draw out of her. More difficult still, to figure her out on the more complex flavored dishes. Pasta, at least, was only as complex as one made it, depending on the sauce or other fixings with it. She preferred it lighter of course, sparing while she was still barely able to identify different ingredients.]
Pasta, is it? That should be fine.
[It was sometimes strange to remember a time when she wasn't even familiar with it or the other meals, or even welcome the notion of it.]