[ Cisco looks in the fridge and makes a noise of surprised triumph, pulling out the two large banana leaves. He pauses to smile his thanks over to Taako where he is lounging, and then he starts assembling the necessary ingredients and beginning the prep work. It's a recipe he knows by heart, so there's no trouble in talking at the same time.

That being said, there is a gap of silence before he answers Taako. He is turning the encounter over again in his memory, thinking about what it was Reverb had said. ]

In theory, there are lots of different versions of everyone, in parallel universes, each one of them with slightly different lives. That Reverb guy made it sound like he's been... keeping tabs on a bunch of other versions of him. Us. Whatever.

[ That's a thought that doesn't sit very well. Nobody likes being spied on, but Cisco in particular hates even the thought of it. Finding out a supervillain has had surveillance equipment hidden in your apartment for years will do that to a guy. He starts chopping up onion and other ingredients for the quick marinade. ]

Sounds like the other me's know a lot more about controlling their powers.

[ Which in and of itself doesn't really bother Cisco, except that it makes him think about the particular circumstances that had led him to spend so long denying his powers, avoiding them, hating them. ]