[It's the closest they've got, right now- this handhold, one step separated. Is this what he was complaining about, that they feel just slightly off? Is this what started it? Is he really going to let this petty garbage get in the way?

No. He can't go doing this. He can't go back to mourning her when she's right in fucking front of him. He owes her that much.

Taako gives her hand a little tug, and they start going to the stairs together.]

What do you wanna make? We don't have a ton of specialty ingredients but, y'know, we've worked with worse.

[It's hard to drag her along and also look at her, but he's trying, stumbling up the stairs a little as he doesn't watch where he's going. It's more important that he keeps her close. That she knows he's here.]

D'you think if we make it entirely out of magic you could eat it anyway? Bet we could figure it out.