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[cross_and_bow]

"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

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[cross_and_bow]

[How much detail can I have?]

[eversomuchfun]

[More than that,] he says. [How much would you like?]

[cross_and_bow]

[Enh, I don't actually have specific questions about it right now.] She parks her pickup. [And now I'm not driving. ...Although I should probably still warm you up some animal blood to teleport over because if I shouldn't operate the wand tired I probably also shouldn't operate it woozy. But I'll take the detail on that, now, if you have as you said lots.]

[eversomuchfun]

[I do have lots,] he says cheerfully.

[I've done it myself once or twice. It's not difficult. A matter of attitude, mostly. And it makes being snacked on pleasant instead of painful. Sexually or otherwise; it seems to vary with context. The effect fades when physical contact is broken, and then the bite is just a bite, no special lingering qualities. Pleasant means pleasant, though, occasionally to the point of spontaneous orgasm.]

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet ruminates on that for a bit, watching a jar of blood rotate in the microwave, and then she says:

[I am duly fascinated. But... You know, I might not have thought to ask if it weren't for my induced paranoia about local magic of all things being addictive, but is there any particular risk of pleasant biting being the same way? Because I do wonder a little about that establishment's business model, and if it's nice as all that... and it's not like one could keep upping the dose, so to speak, indefinitely, even with access to a... cooperative supplier.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Not that I've ever heard of,] he says. [And I have heard of magic addiction.]

[cross_and_bow]

[I wonder if the occupants of the bite shop would tell me. No, not really, if I were presenting as the Slayer they'd lie to get out of a staking and if I were presenting as a prospective customer they'd lie to keep business. I wonder if they'd tell you.]

[eversomuchfun]

[I can ask,] he says cheerfully. [For curiosity's sake.]

[cross_and_bow]

[While you're there anyway, can you see if there's, I dunno, a poorly concealed skeleton or something lying around? I have no objection to their continued existence if their means of getting along is as stated, but it'd be kind of remiss of me to not even ask you to keep an eye out.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Yes,] he says. [I will determine if they are committing regular murders. What shall I do about it if so?]

[cross_and_bow]

[Let me know the details, we'll figure it out,] she says. [They're halfway peaceable already, maybe they can get the rest of the way there if I print them some flyers and hide them in library books about demonology or something, I don't want to gratuitously kill civilized creatures.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Agreed. You're going to revolutionize Slayerdom, love.]

[cross_and_bow]

[It's due,] she says.

The blood's done. Teleportation occurs and Sherlock is presented with his breakfast.

[eversomuchfun]

Slurp.

"All those times you've made me breakfast, and I haven't cooked you a single meal," he says. "I should really do something about that."

[cross_and_bow]

"You can cook?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"Mine can! She bakes me cakes," says Shell Bell, utterly self-satisfied about this pleasing facet of her life. "And stuff. But do vampires even eat? I guess if you learned before you wouldn't've forgotten."

[eversomuchfun]

"I can cook," he confirms. "I can, if you so desire, bake you cakes."

[cross_and_bow]

"I may desire to be baked cakes. I guess this place has cake-baking facilities, or at least the outlets for stuff if they stripped the place of ovens and so on before the bakery closed."

[eversomuchfun]

"Then cakes there shall be. Someday. When we have refurnished the kitchen."

[cross_and_bow]

"If you like, I'm not going to complain. I'd find it disappointing to bake a cake I couldn't have any of, but maybe that's just me."

[eversomuchfun]

"The joy of baking a cake and the joy of eating it are separate things, and the latter being closed to me forever, I won't miss it any more if I indulge the former."

[she_sells_seashells]

"If you ever find a mint who wasn't silly enough to get caught in Milliways with no big coins," says Shell Bell, "and don't need to hoard squares anymore, you could probably fix that."

[cross_and_bow]

"And all kinds of other inconvenient vampiric side effects. And possibly being a vampire at all, if you wanted," says Juliet.

[eversomuchfun]

"On the whole," he says, "I rather like being a vampire. But I'd prefer not to be such a flammable one, if I had the option."

[cross_and_bow]

"What d'you like about it?"