[ Well, he may not feel new, but in Amos' eyes Tezcatlipoca is very much new. He tilts his head — as far as he can tell, all of his ideas are drug-based, since he doesn't want to bother with war god shit right now that seems to be where Tezcatlipoca's passions truly lie — which brings him to...

His held tilted a little more, brow furrowed because, chocolate is all the rage? Modern style?? What, ]

I mean... you can drink it. [ He is now looking at Tezcatlipoca as though he's a little slow. ] You crush it up into powder form and add liquid. Usually hot. I guess you could add weed to that too, but I was thinking more like. Brownies.

[ DOES TEZCATLIPOCA EVEN KNOW WHAT A BROWNIE IS... This is so weird. A little memory flits to the surface of his mind, Amos cuddling with Quetzacoatl and talking about waffles. And xocolatl. Does Tezcatlipoca know what that is?

And then it's gone, nevermind, memory no longer relevant because that was in the past, and this is now. ]

I know how to bake 'em, but not like I can look up how much weed to put in them, you know? Just know that they were pretty popular when done right.