Then I won't leave. [ Simple. He likes that. He didn't want to follow through with that threat anyway, even in jest. But he's certainly about to get in the way. Tech Boy knows his way around a lot of things, but a kitchen is not one of them. ]

You look like you, just-- [ He raises his hand to adult!K's approximate height just over his own head then lowers it to touch the top of now!K's head. ] shorter. Still cute. [ But the mention of implanted memories raises a question to mind that Tech Boy hadn't thought to ask before, even as he was posed one very similar. ] How old are you, anyway? Um. Shape-changing notwithstanding.

[ He's aware that the memories he has seen all seem to come from a very recent past, but it hadn't occurred to him that it was odd until just now. There's actually quite a lot the god's curious about, such as the version history of replicant models or what specifically lead to the decline of human civilization in K's world--but it all seemed too academic during the times they had more physical things to do. And adult-minded or not, it still strikes Tech Boy as too serious of a conversation for this moment.

because there are peppers to cut and fingertips to avoid cutting. ] Yeah. [ He thinks. ] Yeah, I can do that. Show me one cut and I'll do the rest.