[Sypha, are you questioning Trevor's construction? He'd like to see you make a better one.
They'll probably have to talk about that later. (Alucard doesn't remember it being in the kitchen before.) But he focuses on making tea, giving Sypha at least a little agency in spite of how strange this entire situation is. Black tea with a hint of honey and no milk. And--
--well, he doesn't have baked apples on hand. Alucard could summon some from memory, but it would not be the same, not by a long shot. So he settles for slicing two up, putting a pat of butter in a small cast iron pan, and sprinkling sugar as they gently cook. A makeshift pie filling, and one that sings perfectly once he grates a little nutmeg and ginger on top.
When the apples are done, they are put onto plates, and only then does the dhampir go searching. If the scents wafting from the kitchen weren't enough, surely--
no subject
They'll probably have to talk about that later. (Alucard doesn't remember it being in the kitchen before.) But he focuses on making tea, giving Sypha at least a little agency in spite of how strange this entire situation is. Black tea with a hint of honey and no milk. And--
--well, he doesn't have baked apples on hand. Alucard could summon some from memory, but it would not be the same, not by a long shot. So he settles for slicing two up, putting a pat of butter in a small cast iron pan, and sprinkling sugar as they gently cook. A makeshift pie filling, and one that sings perfectly once he grates a little nutmeg and ginger on top.
When the apples are done, they are put onto plates, and only then does the dhampir go searching. If the scents wafting from the kitchen weren't enough, surely--
--oh. Of course she found the books]
Sypha? Tea's ready whenever you'd like it.