Taako is contained, but not without a good loud squawk of protest. Unfortunately, he's laughing too much to have the air for making a sustained effort of it. And that's even without a new challenger entering the fray. Betrayal. Mutiny. He expects this unseemly behavior from Lup, honestly this is on him for not having a defense already prepared, but et tu, Ren? Please don't smother your elves? They're doing fine with that on their own.
Most of the impending struggle goes out of Taako at Ren's helpful instructions for Lup, though. Sorry, it uh, it definitely sounded like she just decided to call him Uncle Taako, which can't be right. He gives Lup a wide-eyed look of shock, see if she can maybe confirm that, and if so what the hell. He had kind of hoped to sidestep any lingering dream-stuff emotions via shenanigans, give them all a nice breather, but this is some kind of emotions-hydra, it turns out? Please, someone fetch the containers.
That cognitive dissonance almost obscures the mention of breakfast, but not quite, and Taako is filled with considerable trepidation of a different kind. He struggles to freedom like if he's not fast enough maybe she'll already be back with a nice hearty shoe full of fish water to offer them or something.
"Whoa, hold on. That's not-- Maybe we don't need to hide, and we can just, collaborate on the breakfast instead of making it a solo project." The fear is instinctual, a background process. His actual upper-level brainpower is still on the other thing and no progress is being made. He's this close to not even questioning it, to be honest-- Ren's always kind of an unstoppable juggernaut of weirdness, who is he to stand in the way? Kinda late to start. The laughter he's trying to keep a handle on is both fond and nervous. "Did you uh, did you maybe learn a new word, Ren?"
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Most of the impending struggle goes out of Taako at Ren's helpful instructions for Lup, though. Sorry, it uh, it definitely sounded like she just decided to call him Uncle Taako, which can't be right. He gives Lup a wide-eyed look of shock, see if she can maybe confirm that, and if so what the hell. He had kind of hoped to sidestep any lingering dream-stuff emotions via shenanigans, give them all a nice breather, but this is some kind of emotions-hydra, it turns out? Please, someone fetch the containers.
That cognitive dissonance almost obscures the mention of breakfast, but not quite, and Taako is filled with considerable trepidation of a different kind. He struggles to freedom like if he's not fast enough maybe she'll already be back with a nice hearty shoe full of fish water to offer them or something.
"Whoa, hold on. That's not-- Maybe we don't need to hide, and we can just, collaborate on the breakfast instead of making it a solo project." The fear is instinctual, a background process. His actual upper-level brainpower is still on the other thing and no progress is being made. He's this close to not even questioning it, to be honest-- Ren's always kind of an unstoppable juggernaut of weirdness, who is he to stand in the way? Kinda late to start. The laughter he's trying to keep a handle on is both fond and nervous. "Did you uh, did you maybe learn a new word, Ren?"