There we are, first customer. And hey, it's his barter buddy, bless him. "No harm, no foul, my dude. It's a lot to take in. Shoulda known my sister would be poachin nerds on the beach as soon as she touched down." Taako proffers one of their samples, with something more shell-game operator flair than elven grace, nerves in a stranglehold that is hard to detect without some really high stats. Look, someone is going to appreciate all the work that went into this, and they are gonna be invaluable, this beach is their city now. He didn't make this big fuck off bowl for nothing, to say nothing of what a riot opening an assload of coconuts turned out to be. Besides, if this is going to kill anyone, may as well find out now. "Here, you gotta get in on this, we owe you." Taako, too, is cleaner and in much better spirits, though he's doing plenty of his own Not Thinking About.