Sure, weed guy. Ceej. Taako does an admirable job of not laughing at the dude, though at the same time...well, he doesn't feel bad, per se, but it seems like maybe he's depriving this dude of a much needed resource. But if he's been hittin it it sure doesn't seem to have helped much, so probably it's just one of those things.

Why weed guy feels he needs to protest so much is beyond Taako's admittedly unique comprehension as well. Is anyone really living their best life here on stank island? If buying stuff with weed is the worst thing that's happened to him, he should probably consider himself lucky. Taako sniffs, rolls his eyes, but isn't wholly unsympathetic. "Yeah, and I'm not a store clerk, I'm an extra-planar-wizard-chef. How much do you think that matters?"

With that pronouncement, he turns his attention to rummaging through the chaotic mess of merchandise, digging up a serving of glue, in a regrettably nice-ish wooden pot. "Gimme a couple days for the brush, and I won't even send the muscle over to get the jar back. Sound a like a deal, CJ?"