Blessings? [Mort]

Playtime was over for now. When he was still human himself, he had always been hungry after running around. Edmund would fix him food as well. For a vampire that didn’t need to eat, he was a remarkably good cook. Though it was probably because he just liked to experiment with different kinds of recipes. His blood dolls had to eat, and he was known to spoil them a bit from time to time. Just to keep them all happy and satisfied. It was part of the deal he had with them. He offered them a home, good food and everything they desired. In exchange for their blood, as he had to drink that to keep functioning.

Once they sat down at the table, he could see how the activities in the kitchen were picked up again. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they had to do, and they all performed their tasks with that serious expression the lady had had as well. It was a wonderful thing to witness, how they all worked together to achieve a goal. For a minute, he was caught up in it. That was until Zanna demanded his attention by calling his name. He turned his blue gaze on the young child. ”Yes?” He reacted warmly, wondering if she had another request he could perhaps help her with.