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Ah. Taako-blocked. He looks mad at first but then he relents, smiling and waving his hands.
âOkay, okay. Itâs Lupin, then. Iâm Lupin.â He tries to climb OVER the elf, far too curious about what heâs literally been cooking up. âYou invited me, so, let me in let me in!!â
âYEESH.â Taako throws his arms up over his head and steps back so Lupin can get in without having to bodily climb over him. He puts his hands on his hips and nods towards the kitchen.  âAlright then, pull up a seat and tuck your napkin in your shirt because itâs gonna get fucking TASTY, my man.â
The elf walks over towards his kitchen (itâs his in his mind and basically for real - he hasnât seen his housemates in ages) and pulls the first test menu item out of the fridge. âSo I noticed some of the ingredients you got werenât on my list... Iâd say not to fuck with my recipes but I gotta admit. Great initiative there.â He slides a plate with two samples on it with a flourish.  âOpen-Faced Giant Crab Empanads. Simmered in Tatos, bell pepper and smoked paprika.â The empanada is crisp and fluffy, a hint of sunflower belays the type of oil he used to fry it in. The chunks of crab are surprisingly tender and the strange, acidic-starchy taste of the Tatos comes through like a bright spark. Thereâs a hint of lime. Taako stands in front of Lupin with his hand to his mouth, biting at his fingernails as he watches him closely.
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