Oh my God, Lup, did some other inanimate object hoover up your ability to play it cool? Taako rolls his eyes, flicks an ear at being called a dumb nickname in front of a spooky knifechild, presses his lips into a brief judgmental line. Being impressed at Lup's maturity has been cancelled with no rainchecks.

He watches the kid's hesitation inscrutably, this is Lup's child handling proficiency roll to make, not his. Are they really that thrown by being given some beach trash? Shit, that's...a lot more depressing than unnerving. WHY IS THIS SAD KID ISLAND? Or, y'know, former sad kid. Since they haven't been sad kids for like, over a century. Dangit, he'd been holding out for some kind of demonic possession, turns out the kid probably just has a tragic backstory. Oh well!

"Yeah, that checks out. Didn't occur to me you might have a third party member, somehow." Or at least not one they'd actually be looking out for. Must be a pretty legit dude, he's sure they didn't just group up without any vetting at all. Taako sighs, deeply and dramatically. "Alright, fine, whatever, it's a deal. Lup's gonna singe off my eyebrows in my sleep if I don't let her have this."