[Taako accepts the explanation pretty easily, he's wrapped his head around these concepts pretty quickly for someone coming from a Fantasy(tm) background, and eventually he'll realize why that is.

But for now, he gestures Jon over to the bench, handing him a measuring cup.]

Pop a cup of flour and a cup of the brown sugar in the bowl for me, bubbale. [And then:] Kal's probably like, the nicest fucking dude I know, so even if he's not your dad dad, I reckon you're still in good hands.