Jason opened his mouth, searching for the words. "So...most places here don't have their own, um, craftspeople or factories. Most of the shit we buy is made on the other side of the world and shipped here for sale. And most people don't have the knowledge or skill to make their own stuff."
He waved a hand helplessly. "It's kind of the same with food. The vampires don't eat food. There's no real kitchen down here. There's a microwave and a fridge, and honestly that's all most of us use. You pick up a frozen meal at the store and pop it in the microwave to heat up. Or you order out at a restaurant."
He paused, then gave a soft laugh. "I'm doing it again. Look, eventually we can get you set up in some place where you can make whatever you want, and even before that I'm sure Jean Claude won't mind you setting up by some of the big fireplaces if that's more your speed."
He met her eyes, a lot of the haziness already having cleared from his own. "But for right now, don't worry about trying to do it all yourself, ok? It's enough to just let yourself be fed and safe for a night, right?"
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He waved a hand helplessly. "It's kind of the same with food. The vampires don't eat food. There's no real kitchen down here. There's a microwave and a fridge, and honestly that's all most of us use. You pick up a frozen meal at the store and pop it in the microwave to heat up. Or you order out at a restaurant."
He paused, then gave a soft laugh. "I'm doing it again. Look, eventually we can get you set up in some place where you can make whatever you want, and even before that I'm sure Jean Claude won't mind you setting up by some of the big fireplaces if that's more your speed."
He met her eyes, a lot of the haziness already having cleared from his own. "But for right now, don't worry about trying to do it all yourself, ok? It's enough to just let yourself be fed and safe for a night, right?"