[ Ah yes, he enjoys having a kitchen assistant to helpfully hand him things. Of course, it's still a Herculean task, to whip sour cream by hand — almost immediately it starts to thin, which is probably pretty distressing to a man who considers himself a capable baker.
The rattle of the metal whisk around the bowl falters to a halt.
Tentatively, he uses a finger around the edge of the bowl to taste. Wrinkles his nose. ]
[ Taryon considers this with a slightly wrinkled brow. And then, because he learned a lot from Vox Machina and it was all the wrong things, like how to convince someone to eat dirt or treat a rotten old egg as a special object, he squints at Ocelot. ]
Terribly sorry, but just to clarify,
[ In his rich, smooth voice with its polished upper class accent: ]
[ he has to admit, the other man's response catches him slightly off-guard, which is quite the accomplishment. but, he still replies, with the sweetest smile on his lips... ],
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[ Ah yes, he enjoys having a kitchen assistant to helpfully hand him things. Of course, it's still a Herculean task, to whip sour cream by hand — almost immediately it starts to thin, which is probably pretty distressing to a man who considers himself a capable baker.
The rattle of the metal whisk around the bowl falters to a halt.
Tentatively, he uses a finger around the edge of the bowl to taste. Wrinkles his nose. ]
Hm. I think this cream might have turned, friend.
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Oh, don't worry about that. You've never heard of "sour cream" before? In my homeland, it's considered a delicacy.
[ he's really just amused by this whole display. and mostly, curious to see where it goes next.
(he also makes a note that when his closest friend ever wakes up, he will definitely have to have this man cook for him) ]
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[ Taryon considers this with a slightly wrinkled brow. And then, because he learned a lot from Vox Machina and it was all the wrong things, like how to convince someone to eat dirt or treat a rotten old egg as a special object, he squints at Ocelot. ]
Terribly sorry, but just to clarify,
[ In his rich, smooth voice with its polished upper class accent: ]
Are you fucking with me right now?
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About the sour cream? Certainly not.
[ about everything else? most assuredly. ]