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[ A month is nothing to Loki and he's confident in his ability to handle the Grandmaster for that long. ]

Give me passage on your ship and I'll aid your escape.

I mean, I'm into it, sounds great, but just so you know you're not seeing the ship for at least two more weeks, I'm not stupid.

[If that's a deal breaker, so be it, but Taako wants to get a better read on Loki before he reveals the ship, and that requires time.]

[ Loki shrugs. If Taako was, that would make this escape attempt doomed from the start. ]

If you were, this would be a very short interaction.

Great point, well made.

[He offers his hand, so they can shake on it.]

You've got yourself a deal, pumpkin.

"Pumpkin"?

[ He shakes it firmly. ]

It's a gourd, usually orange, you bake it sometimes.

[That's what Loki was questioning, right?]

[ He lets his hand linger. ]

And is it sweet?

[Oh, they're doing this, are they?]

It can be, if that's the sorta thing you're into.

[ He tilts his head. ]

I am into a lot of things.

[He has a feeling this is about to veer sharply away from metaphors in a second, but he can't help but ask:]

Have you got some examples or are we keeping it a mystery?

[ He lets go of Taako's hand gently. ]

What's the harm in a little mystery?

[He draws his hand back just a little, nails tapping idly on the table top.]

That depends on the mystery, for sure.

[There are bad kinds of surprises.]

[ Loki hums thoughtfully. ]

What do your instincts tell you?

Oh, darling, if I listened to my instincts I wouldn't have any kinda fun.

[That's a little bit of a joke but not... entirely untrue.]

And what kind of fun do you have?

[He laughs a little at that, dramatically dropping his head onto the table, his voice full of anguish.]

I haven't had fun for months, pretty sure I've forgotten what it is.

[Why is he like this.]

How tragic.

[ He leans back. ]

How did you ever cope with the loss?

I get very drunk after work.

[That's kind of sad, huh?]

That seems dangerous in a place like this.

[ Who knows what kind of drinks and substances are peddled here? ]

Not if you're conjuring that shit yourself.

[Do he and Lup just chill in their shitty apartment and get drunk on conjured Fantasy Grey Goose?

Maybe so.]

[ Loki hums. ]

Drinking alone on Sakaar. Now that is sad.

I'd rather be sad than stupid, I have seen way too many idiots lose their wallets, or worse, after a night out.

[The Grandmaster seems to be pretty chill on the crime front, as long as it doesn't involve messing with his stuff.]

Then you have been here for some time.

[ With magic for conjuring and enough to skirt the Grandmaster's view. Loki wonders how long that will last. ]

Too long. I miss like... trees, and fucking lakes and shit. This place is built outta trash.

[He's by no means a nature sort of elf, but after so long on a planet that's so unnatural, he's started to miss it.]

It is rather strange.

[ Even Loki finds himself unused to it. Though that's more to do with being a spoiled prince. ]

But even trash has its uses.

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