[Alucard will go back to his cactus later and curl up, ruminating on the thought. More than once over the past month and change he thought that he was starting to become the Belmont (save for drinking), and this realization sits a little too comfortably besides that.]

I'll mention it. But not that at least one of the pierogi will have legs, since that offended him deeply. [Apparently. That had been a Very Intense Day emotionally.

Elsewhere though. That gets a slight headtilt.]

Too much time recovering in the same room?