"Thank you." His voice is warm, even hinting a bit at affection. Honestly, he appreciates any compliment at all, but especially for his baking.
"You know, it's what I always wanted to do. Be a baker, maybe open my own cafe. It's how I keep myself busy here. But, ironically, you're the first person besides me who's tasted anything I've made for a long, long time. Vampires don't have a taste for anything but blood." Literally. It all tastes like nothing to them.
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Date: 2021-01-12 05:48 am (UTC)"You know, it's what I always wanted to do. Be a baker, maybe open my own cafe. It's how I keep myself busy here. But, ironically, you're the first person besides me who's tasted anything I've made for a long, long time. Vampires don't have a taste for anything but blood." Literally. It all tastes like nothing to them.