[ It isn't a shock that Alucard's spent his days happily searing meat and fish. Geralt, too, does not find providing for himself a bother. He's used to it. He is also much more of a hunter than a chef. Cooking is a necessity, not a pleasure.
So when someone's willing to take the time to grill and season the meat for him, he'll take advantage.
He finds Alucard in the Wing, as expected. In his hands is a tin bucket of crabs he's fished from the molten lakes. They're still alive, crawling and pinching the edges of the pail. He could toss everything over a fire for a decent meal, but the dhampir will make something genuinely appetizing.
That's the basis of their friendship. He brings the meat and fish. Alucard turns it into supper. ]
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So when someone's willing to take the time to grill and season the meat for him, he'll take advantage.
He finds Alucard in the Wing, as expected. In his hands is a tin bucket of crabs he's fished from the molten lakes. They're still alive, crawling and pinching the edges of the pail. He could toss everything over a fire for a decent meal, but the dhampir will make something genuinely appetizing.
That's the basis of their friendship. He brings the meat and fish. Alucard turns it into supper. ]
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