[ help,,, That look makes Tezcatlipoca's cheer drop, but it's with a click of his tongue. He's getting treated like he's stupid, so there's a dismissive sort of feeling and a wave of his hand. ]

C'mon, give a guy a break. Don't exactly get to just pal around with mortals whenever I feel like it since my civilization is kinda dead. I'm a little behind the times.

[ Unlike Quetzalcoatl, he can speak of the downfall of the Aztecs flippantly, since it wasn't something he'd taken as personally as she did. He's a nihilist, and because of his own bad luck, he doesn't get attached to things anymore. Makes it easy to just shrug it off as unfortunate, but it's how the world ended up progressing unlike Quetzalcoatl's divine sorrow and rage. ]

But yeah, I heard about weed brownies! Sounds like good shit. Don't exactly know the dosing, but y'know, I'm down to figure it out. Worst things that happen you either get a pan of regular brownies or you end up going to sleep for eighteen hours or whatever.