Young Writers Society

Bo's tone didn't escape Kratzer. At some point the vampire had simply accepted what happened as a part of his life - and he'd done assassin work for a long time before he had any serious ethical qualms with how he did it - but Bo didn't appear to have come to terms with it the same way he had.

"Well, can't say it's the best of work, but it is what it is I suppose," Kratzer said with a small shrug.

Bo smiled. "Yeah-" he started, before he looked up, noticing the opening above them darken with the sky.

"-oop, uh, I think we should get headed down to the mess hall, guys. Food awaits us!"

Kratzer bowed gallantly and gestured for Bo to take point. "Lead the way, monsieur."

Bo chuckeld, returning the bow before he led the way out of the gardens. The kids started to hurry ahead of him in the hopes of food, so he opened the door for them and let them go first. They ran out, leaving Bo and Kratzer behind to walk at a normal pace.

Bo turned to Kratzer as he led them back down the halls. "So, you hungry? Vampires can still eat, right?"

He nodded. "Ja, Herr, we eat like any mortal man. Or we prefer to. We can survive without eating but we're human enough where we still feel hunger."

"Ooooh, I see," Bo said with a nod. "Hm. Well, what's your favorite food, then? Maybe I can make it for you sometime, or at least, give it my best shot."

Eating food for the taste. That was something he hadn't done in a very long time, he realized; at a point it'd come little more than something to satiate his hunger. A hunger that was really just a last phantom from when he was human. He considered the question. "Eclairs," he finally decided, then paused before a smile lit up his face. "I know, we could make eclairs for the guild! I bet we could do it between the two of us. I know the recipe!"

Bo's face lit up as well. "Yes! Yes I'd love to! I don't think I know what those are - we might have a different name for them here or something. What're they made of?"

"Well, it's like a chocolate covered pastry, and inside the pastry is this kind of puddy cream fill. Filling. Filler?"

"Filling!" Bo said, trying to help him out as his smile grew. He loved sweets. "That sounds delicious. You have to tell me the recipe. We should make it sometime soon.

He paused. "Creamy pudding filling. Sorry. English is not my best language," he chuckled. "But yes, we should, and I'd be happy to show you."

"And I'd be happy to learn," Bo said, putting a hand on Kratzer's shoulder. "But hey, no worries about speaking though. You're doing just fine."

"Danke, I try. You'd think after this long I'd have gotten the hang of things but little things like that still get me," Kratzer laughed as they neared the dining hall.

Bo watched at the hall doors opened and closed ahead of them, with the kids rushing in. He chuckled.

"It's alright, Kratzer. No worries," he said as he hurried ahead to hold the door open for the vampire. He made a grandiose wave of his arm for Kratzer to go in and smiled. "Food awaits!"

He smiled and stepped inside, tipping an imaginary hat to his friend as he entered the dining hall.