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[transfundere]

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[transfundere]

Please, take your time. There's hardly any rush, but thank you again.

[ He can't help a small huff of fondness. ]

I also find something soothing about brewing it: simple enough, and quick enough not to idle, but it does give me a moment or two to pause and reflect.

[ Something strikes him. ]

You find food unpleasant?

[deuceoftears]

Yeah. There's an awful sort of...harsh metallic taste to everything. Everything is wrong.

Why?

[transfundere]

Only that Mr. Caffrey, a friend of Lestat's, and in truth coming to be an acquaintance of my own, has mentioned that he has sought less 'bland' food for myself and Lestat.

It might be possible to see if certain foodstuffs could be requested for yourself that don't have this quality. Or at least, you may ask if he knows what the chemical or substance is which causes that reaction thus that you can be wary of it.

[ He spreads his hands. ]

Only a thought, but in truth, I had not had it for myself, regarding my own sustenance, so considered you might have been the same.

[deuceoftears]

Ah. The Admiral did...provide something, once. As a Christmas present, at my inmate's request. But I suspect it was rather difficult even for him to procure and as I don't really need it to live...

[Jedao doesn't feel entitled to ask. He also doesn't entirely want to find out what the Admiral would say, either way: no would emphasize what a freak he is, that his proper food is such a bizarre conglomeration of gatespace energies that it can't be acquired easily; yes would make him feel stupid for not asking earlier and like a freak when he actually got to have it. Not to mention the logistics of keeping regular organic matter safe from any corpselight radiation.]

My next deal is going to involve my own physiology, including fixing taste, hopefully. What should I eat first, when I get it?

[transfundere]

[ He nods to the first, because he can certainly understand that point. After all, he hadn't asked for similar reasons. He had assumed that if the Admiral could do better, he would have. And that the idea that he could have blood that harmed no living being was a miracle enough.

Thus he turns his thoughts to the second. ]

Boeuf bourguignon. It was a favorite of my mother and I admit that when I think of something that could be savored after a long time of dissatisfaction, few other dishes come close.

[deuceoftears]

I'll plan to look forward to it, then.

[Perhaps rather sooner than his deal, if his latest scheme comes together.]

[transfundere]

And I look forward to hearing your opinion on it.