[It's almost Candlenights, back home, which is an odd thought, sitting uncomfortably like a weight in Taako's chest that he'd rather banish for now (or forever) because he's not sure if there's ever going to be another Candlenights, if Magnus and Merle can't finish destroying the Relics without him. He'd much rather focus on anything other than that, so a festival is announced, he's happy to throw himself into it with as much gusto as an enthusiastic elf can muster, which is, admittedly, a lot.
Especially when there's food that he's never tried before, which of course means that he spends half his time trying to lure the secrets out of the stallholders, asking for recipes or ingredients, figuring that he can replicate it back in the communal kitchen. Or even improve it, probably. The results of his questions are mixed, some are happy to tell him what spices or herbs they used, others are guarding family recipes passed down for generations.
At some point, one of the pastries catches his attention, the only issue being it's one too big for him to eat on his own, which is why he gives a little wave to the nearest person, hoping to catch their attention.]
Hey, pumpkin, wanna split one of these? I'm watching my figure.
[He could just throw out what he doesn't eat, but that seems wasteful.]
⚵ Shopping
[Taako is one of those people who walks the line between 'fashionable' and 'horribly gaudy', when it comes to clothing and accessories. For the festival, he's dressed fairly simply, aside from the dark purple wizard hat, but that doesn't mean he can't shop for more interesting things.
Almost all of the stalls get his attention as he peruses clothes and jewelry and shoes (nice), and he makes no distinction between what are likely stalls aimed at woman, and the ones aimed at men. It could maybe be attributed to "fantasy elf doesn't know what mini skirts are" but really, he just doesn't give a shit. He can be seen eagerly haggling over a dress or slacks or a ridiculously tacky necklace that he absolutely adores.
What he really needs is another hat, because his current one doesn't go with everything, but no one seems inclined towards similar styles. It's pretty rude, if you ask him.]
⚵ Roomates! Closed to floor 6
[Living dorm-style isn't exactly new for him, so Taako adjust to the circumstances easily enough, claiming his bed and the chest at the end of it, protecting the latter with a spell in case anyone thinks to go snooping through his shit.
He's not exactly the neatest person in the world, but he keeps his mess fairly contained to his own space, a few magical items tossed haphazardly on the nightstand, or clothes left unfolded on the bed. The most mess he makes is in the kitchen, where he can be found most of the time he isn't out exploring, including at odd hours of the night. Elves only need four hours of meditation to rest each day, which leaves Taako with a fair bit of spare time to practice new recipes.
It's the first time he's really had a chance to just relax and cook, without the accident looming over him, or without the threat of the relics around the corner. He knows he didn't kill those people, it wasn't his fault, so he forces himself into the kitchen until he fucking realizes that and doesn't freak out every time someone eats his food. He still won't use magic, but really, he doesn't need it.
A lot of what he makes is designed to be shared, since he could hardly eat it all himself; there are roasts, soups, ragout, pasta dishes and all manner of baked desserts. Despite being vegetarian, he happily cooks meat, just won't partake in it himself.
Which is why he occasionally needs a volunteer from his roommates to try something, so whenever someone is in the communal area, they can expect to roped in to the process.]
Yo, come try this and tell me if there's too much salt.
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[It's almost Candlenights, back home, which is an odd thought, sitting uncomfortably like a weight in Taako's chest that he'd rather banish for now (or forever) because he's not sure if there's ever going to be another Candlenights, if Magnus and Merle can't finish destroying the Relics without him. He'd much rather focus on anything other than that, so a festival is announced, he's happy to throw himself into it with as much gusto as an enthusiastic elf can muster, which is, admittedly, a lot.
Especially when there's food that he's never tried before, which of course means that he spends half his time trying to lure the secrets out of the stallholders, asking for recipes or ingredients, figuring that he can replicate it back in the communal kitchen. Or even improve it, probably. The results of his questions are mixed, some are happy to tell him what spices or herbs they used, others are guarding family recipes passed down for generations.
At some point, one of the pastries catches his attention, the only issue being it's one too big for him to eat on his own, which is why he gives a little wave to the nearest person, hoping to catch their attention.]
Hey, pumpkin, wanna split one of these? I'm watching my figure.
[He could just throw out what he doesn't eat, but that seems wasteful.]
⚵ Shopping
[Taako is one of those people who walks the line between 'fashionable' and 'horribly gaudy', when it comes to clothing and accessories. For the festival, he's dressed fairly simply, aside from the dark purple wizard hat, but that doesn't mean he can't shop for more interesting things.
Almost all of the stalls get his attention as he peruses clothes and jewelry and shoes (nice), and he makes no distinction between what are likely stalls aimed at woman, and the ones aimed at men. It could maybe be attributed to "fantasy elf doesn't know what mini skirts are" but really, he just doesn't give a shit. He can be seen eagerly haggling over a dress or slacks or a ridiculously tacky necklace that he absolutely adores.
What he really needs is another hat, because his current one doesn't go with everything, but no one seems inclined towards similar styles. It's pretty rude, if you ask him.]
⚵ Roomates! Closed to floor 6
[Living dorm-style isn't exactly new for him, so Taako adjust to the circumstances easily enough, claiming his bed and the chest at the end of it, protecting the latter with a spell in case anyone thinks to go snooping through his shit.
He's not exactly the neatest person in the world, but he keeps his mess fairly contained to his own space, a few magical items tossed haphazardly on the nightstand, or clothes left unfolded on the bed. The most mess he makes is in the kitchen, where he can be found most of the time he isn't out exploring, including at odd hours of the night. Elves only need four hours of meditation to rest each day, which leaves Taako with a fair bit of spare time to practice new recipes.
It's the first time he's really had a chance to just relax and cook, without the accident looming over him, or without the threat of the relics around the corner. He knows he didn't kill those people, it wasn't his fault, so he forces himself into the kitchen until he fucking realizes that and doesn't freak out every time someone eats his food. He still won't use magic, but really, he doesn't need it.
A lot of what he makes is designed to be shared, since he could hardly eat it all himself; there are roasts, soups, ragout, pasta dishes and all manner of baked desserts. Despite being vegetarian, he happily cooks meat, just won't partake in it himself.
Which is why he occasionally needs a volunteer from his roommates to try something, so whenever someone is in the communal area, they can expect to roped in to the process.]
Yo, come try this and tell me if there's too much salt.