Just sidetracked. [Even with the little bugs around to soothe his feelings and take away anxiety around the future, he's still tired from the last twenty-four hours. The worry over Malcolm and Lestat until Reid calmed him down.] Can I come in? I promised I'd say hello to Lottie.
{ Reid had given his blessing, after all, so Lestat steps aside. Once the door is closed, he leads Neal through a messier room of desks and papers to the recently added sitting room.
The sight of a newcomer attracts the curious attention of a little grey cat curled up on the arm of the sofa. }
I would offer you a drink but what we have may not suit your palette.
[Neal sets the plate down on the nearest appropriate surface, immediately moving to greet the cat. He holds his hand out, letting her sniff his fingers if she's so inclined.]
Turnabout is fair refreshment.
[He nods toward the plate.] Speaking of.
[Underneath the lid, there are three small items; a little square of blood tofu, a round cake of blodplättar, and a small dish czernina broth.]
{ Lottie seems to accept Neal, butting her head against his hand and standing up with a stretch.
Lestat looks at the platter once he lifts the lid, smelling immediately the blood that's available for consumption on the barge. Curiously, he dips his pinky into the broth and presses it to his tongue. }
That one's the czernina base. It's a Polish soup, and the broth is usually a duck blood cut with a broth, though there are regional variations using rabbit or hen-- anyway, I'm experimenting. It's cut with a traditional broth at the moment but if that impacts the flavor for you I can always figure out a blood-base broth to use instead.
[He stops himself. Clears his throat.] The round one is a honey-sweetened blood cake and the last one is a pretty basic blood tofu.
{ While that certainly does answer Lestat's question technically, it doesn't really answer the question that he was asking via subtext. His brow remains furrowed in slight confusion. }
[He leaves off petting Lottie as he turns around, spotting Lestat's coffin and smiling a little in spite of himself. It's not at the confirmation of Lestat having some protection and security, though that's a relief. Oddly, it's the coffin itself.
He shakes his head before he can think about it too much, focusing on the question.]
Because... Because? [Why wouldn't he??] Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've had essentially the same meal for over a hundred years.
{ So, yes, Neal, that's exactly correct. Lestat doesn't quite see the issue, but he's starting to at least understand the sentiment behind the tray of blood-based foods.
He picks up the blood tofu and takes a bite out of it, less fazed by the taste and more trying to decide how it is texturally. He hasn't had something with texture for, as Neal's pointed out, over a hundred years. }
{ It reminds Lestat of eating cold fowl, when the fat had congealed and needed to be chewed through. Not an unpleasant sensation, something that a man of his time was used to, but an odd one to experience again after so long and with a very different taste. }
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{ Reid had given his blessing, after all, so Lestat steps aside. Once the door is closed, he leads Neal through a messier room of desks and papers to the recently added sitting room.
The sight of a newcomer attracts the curious attention of a little grey cat curled up on the arm of the sofa. }
I would offer you a drink but what we have may not suit your palette.
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Turnabout is fair refreshment.
[He nods toward the plate.] Speaking of.
[Underneath the lid, there are three small items; a little square of blood tofu, a round cake of blodplättar, and a small dish czernina broth.]
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Lestat looks at the platter once he lifts the lid, smelling immediately the blood that's available for consumption on the barge. Curiously, he dips his pinky into the broth and presses it to his tongue. }
What is this?
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[He stops himself. Clears his throat.] The round one is a honey-sweetened blood cake and the last one is a pretty basic blood tofu.
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And ... Why are you experimenting, exactly?
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He shakes his head before he can think about it too much, focusing on the question.]
Because... Because? [Why wouldn't he??] Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've had essentially the same meal for over a hundred years.
[SIR THAT IS SO BORING.]
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{ So, yes, Neal, that's exactly correct. Lestat doesn't quite see the issue, but he's starting to at least understand the sentiment behind the tray of blood-based foods.
He picks up the blood tofu and takes a bite out of it, less fazed by the taste and more trying to decide how it is texturally. He hasn't had something with texture for, as Neal's pointed out, over a hundred years. }
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He’s practically vibrating with the desire to quiz the vampire.]
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It's ... Not unpleasant.
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It means that the last time I have chewed anything and been able to taste it was in 1794.
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“So it has to be entirely blood-based. What about spices?”
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But he looks amused in a kind way.
“In our castle we had of course herbs and salt and pepper.”
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“This is the first semi-solid thing you’ve had in over a hundred years?”
Which he knew already, but what he means is, “Is it strange that I’m honored to have made it?”
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Far be it from Lestat to deny Neal something bring him some sort of apparent joy. Everyone needs a hobby.
He decides to try the cake, wanting to save some of the curd for Reid to taste. He can't quite keep the the odd expression off his face at tasting it.
"This one is strange."
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And it's not the blood Lestat is having a problem with, of course.
He sets the rest of the cake down as well, because there's no way he'll be eating any more of it.