"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."
"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."
"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."
"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."
"You could substitute all the perks with minting. Of course, I'm assuming you won't want to treat those size coins like they're scarce, whereas that would be your prerogative if we wound up falling into the same pattern as the other minty Bells."
"Fair enough. You just didn't want to be a vampire in the first place and seem to find much of it irritating, it wasn't obvious that you liked it as a baseline from which to make improvements instead of a mixed bag from which you'd like to take some interesting toys and otherwise and go home to what you were before."
"Is that how souls work?" muses Juliet. "I mean - I'd expect there to be some of that but - Golden's vampires don't undergo a personality change, before she took over most of them ate people anyway 'cause people are just so darned yummy, now they don't anymore because she's in charge, I don't think there was an epidemic of guilt about it..."
"I'm aware. You wouldn't be a suitable sparring partner if you were one of those. Golden let me punch her in the face just to see and she just stood there, didn't flinch or anything, and I needed a square to fix my hand." This is an attempt at levity. It doesn't work very well. "Well. You seem to be pretty good at not-killing-people without being plagued by conscience. But I'm kind of worried about what happens if something happens to me, before we find someone to mint me, if I'm not fast enough, if I walk into the wrong nest or start doing magic and try the wrong spell or - whatever. I'm being your external not-killing-people module, last I heard. Maybe Jarvis'll substitute if called for."
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"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."
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