Solidifying their plans over the phone had proved difficult for a number of reasons-- the biggest being that neither of them really had any idea of what the place looks like. So they've put it off, agreeing to meet within the ritual site, once they'd located it, and settle their final plans for approach there.

Taako waits quietly, tapping at some boring game involving cookies that his past self here installed on his phone; it's weird, but he hasn't been able to stop playing this shit since he figured it out a couple of weeks ago. Which super sucks, since he's had some way more constructive things he could've been doing, like actually preparing for this plan of his and Foster's. Tinny music dances off the walls around him, the colorful light of the screen the only thing livening up the icy courtyard.