[Yep, Taako can see it written all over his body. The shuffled tension, the way he has no idea how to respond to him. He can't help but feel a grin pull across his face, toothy and big, though he cuts himself off by taking a bite of the pastry he's brought over. What, you thought that might be for you? Nah. He talks with half-chewed scone in his cheek, swallowing halfway through.]

Yyyyup. Have for a year or two now.

[He taps on his nametag a bit, pinned to the front of his apron, that reads Taako, with a little sticker next to it of an old-school television. He doesn't seem keen on explaining why.]

You know, I always thought those classes were for like, people gettin' used to having others around? But uh, they're probably teaching you how these cities work, right? If you have to live here, and stuff.

[Nice that there's some sort of class, at least. Even if it probably just segments them more, forcing them to spend a bunch of their time around other nonhumans. Not great, when it comes to making new friends.]

It's probably pretty fucked up to just walk in here and try to exist, right? I don't even think most cities make sense to like, uh, people. It's weird.

[He flashes him another smile. Get his guard down a bit. If he's gonna do this reveal, he's gonna do it right.]