"Cool. They don't grow on trees, you know," he grouses, but it's good-natured enough. Truthfully, now that he's been doing this awhile, there's not so much of a crunch to make random goods at just ass-busting speed these days. Which is not something he's going to complain about in the slightest, since he's still clearly indispensable.

"I'll send the brush with whoever's got store duty when it's done, shoot you a heads up on the Stone. You get to be the proud owner of a Taako Original, cuz it'll be a first run item." It's fine. He's sure he'll figure it out. He rummages slightly differently and produces a duck. The duck. Not that it's not a fine duck, but that this is a selling point is still-- well, no accounting for taste. "Hey, if you do make a knife-duck, bring that by for sure. Proof of purchase, right?"

He grins, lazy and crooked. So weed guy's supply is limited now; doesn't mean that'll always be the case. "And just remember, weed is universal currency, my dude."