The Kitchen

*looks up, still smiling*
Do you have children?

*chokes a bit on coffee*

Oh, no. I'm only nineteen. I've always had to fend for myself, anyway. Any child born into my life before I came here would've been put up for adoption- I could never be so selfish as to keep them when I could barely take care of myself.

*mouths*
Oh.
Sorry, I was under the impression that you were older.
*thinks*
Smart, Angelo.

*wlaks into the kitchen, smirking*
Hey Angelo, Arriana!
*washes dirt off hands, then makes popcorn*
Sorry to interrupt your awkward conversation. Just pretend I'm invisble.

*dryly*
Thank you, Lidia.
Your input is appreciated, as always.
*rolls eyes*

*comes into kitchen*
*sets Pandora on the table in her carrier*
Has anyone seen Rizzo?
I need to talk to her.
*mumbles* Or strangle her till her head goes right again.
-.-

*finishes cooking*

Why would you think that? I certainly don't act any older than I am.

*offers food*

*to Arianna*
Yes, you do.
*accepts plate*
*shovels food while simultaneously making gestures of approval*
*through mouthful*
Sorry Kale.
Can't help you.

*snorts, refills coffee mug*

Sure I do. Actually, I'm pretty sure Daniella would be the mature one were she not inebriated half of the time.

T-T

*raises an eyebrow, but continues*
Let me put it simply:
Your behavior is equivalent to that of a middle-aged man's.
You act like my uncle.
*finishes food*
That was excellent cooking, Miss Catania.
*half smiles*
You were saying?

*snorts again*

Your uncle isn't half as awesome, and you damn well know it.

And I don't really remember what I was saying. How is it that you can eat real food, again?

*cleans up mess left over from cooking*

*shrugs*
For us, blood is like water.
It's only a necessity.
We can still enjoy food, just as you can enjoy reading when you don't have to.

That makes absolutely no sense, seeing as people can obtain water from fruit and such. They don't have to drink water to get water.

You, on the other hand, must drink blood. There are no fruits that give you blood.


.....are there?

*chuckles*
Well, if you consider people fruit, then yes.
Otherwise, no.
And regardless, the fruit contains water, which you require to live.
Water is water.
Blood is blood.

*cringes*

I suppose you're right. But do humans have different... erm... flavors?

*pales*

*discreetly pours a bit of liquor into mug*

*drinks coffee*

*shrugs again and leans against counter, watching carefully*
I could honestly care less what it tastes like.
For twenty-three of twenty-four years, I've eaten food, and I don't plan to give it up.
*cleans plate*
*reaches around Arianna for a dishtowel*

*farts discreetly*


*blushes*


Ahem. Do you want to help me clean up the kitchen? It's looking a bit neglected. You may want to go put Dante...away?.... though, because we'll be working with harsh chemicals and such.

*sniffs*
*bursts into laughter*
Sure.
*still laughing*
I'll let you air out before I come back.
*takes Dante upstairs*

*blushes again*

*starts scrubbing floors furiously*

Oh, oh crap. I can't believe I just farted in front of him.

*silently picks up dishtowel*
*hits Arianna in the leg with it*
*pretends to be cleaning counters*

*throws cleaner container at Angelo*

Just clean.

*smiles to self*

*chuckles*
*catches container*
*crouches to clean floor*
*pushes Arianna with elbow*

*nudges Angelo back*

*continues cleaning*

*starts humming "Ode to Joy"*

*smiles*
*continues cleaning floor at human speed*
*trips Arianna*

*falls*


*twitches*

What. Is. With. You?

*twitches more*