[ Tezcatlipoca laughs, since he can guess what Silco is imagining here, but that’s precisely what makes him laugh. ]

You don’t think?

[ He heads over to a chair and plops down, then fishes out his cigarettes and lighter from the sleeve. No need to ask with Silco, at least, and he flicks the lighter open as he continues. ]

Nothin’ like what you’re thinking. Game for kids. You get a net made of paper, try and scoop your new friend out. Easy as that.

[ The cigarette is lit, and after he takes a puff of it, he waggles it at Silco. ]

Sure, it’s not like toxcatl, but festival’s a festival. I’m interested to see cultural traditions. Doesn’t always have to be complicated.