[Alucard knows the woods wouldn't allow the bard to get that lost. Still, the path they are on widens slightly, a wander path being cleared among the leaves with little more than a gentle wind.

Once they're both inside, Alucard goes right to a bread box that sits on the counter. A small box of salt sits on the dining table. Hospitality. Bread and salt. Always and without fail.]

I don't need much more. [It is dry, he can cook, and there's a bit more space than the cactus. Inside, the rain patters against the roof in a gentle staccato. The dhampair grabs a cutting board that lives behind the bread box, and soon enough, there's a thick, crusty rye loaf brought over to the table. A serrated knife is balanced carefully on the board.]

I'm not familiar with that type, but I might have something. Feel free to start slicing though.

[Alucard moves to the refrigerator, something that's rudimentary but functional. A small rectangle that cools itself through circulated water and a little bit of magic. One of his father's favorite inventions, and one that does indeed have cheese within.]

I've a goat cheese crusted with hazel nuts and a medium sheep's cheese that might work. Do you have a preference?