The 1470s, actually. We still don't know about the Americas yet. [Alucard has learned there's really never an easy way to reveal exactly what century he's from. It's fine.] Hm. I think that's silly, but I don't control the way the world changes. Are you doing practical work, or is it mostly book learning?

[That point is really what requires clarification from where he sits.]

How have things been settling down?

[In truth, Alucard does not think they're settled at all, but he does not say as much.

Entering the cafe reveals a space that is not counter service at all, but comfy lounge seating service. A few scattered books rest on coffee tables, but the focus is on overly plush furniture in deep, rich fabrics or otherwise dark, well loved leather. A fire crackles gently in one corner, animated by magic rather than firewood. There are two open armchairs with menus placed on each seat, and that is what the dhampir goes for.

The menus are divided into pastries, teas, coffees, and blood wines. Alucard has his preference, but it feels correct and less intimidating to let Annabeth figure out what she'd prefer and to follow suit. He's not getting bloodwine if it makes the conversation awkward.

So instead he focuses on his sketchbook, flipping through earlier pages.]