[ Trevor's idea of 'bed' has been the ground or big enough tree for most of his life. Sometimes the carcass of a night creature. Sometimes piles of dried leaves. A little too often, a gutter or the floor of a tavern.
And so he finds it just about impossible to understand Alucard's complaints about a straw mattress being too uncomfortable. Until he'd come to the castle, that represented the peak of luxury to him. It was what he had slept on at home and, as Alucard had proven to enjoy reminding him, his family were nobility. And certainly it wasn't as soft as the feather mattress that their shared bed used, certainly there was the odd sharp poke from a piece of straw that refused to lie properly with the others, but it was soft and pleasant enough to sleep on and firm enough that one didn't just feel at risk of disappearing into it at all times the way one did with feathers. ]
Sypha told me a story like this.
[ And maybe he's just a little sore about the fact that Alucard spent the night reading rather than lying next to him because the inn's mattress didn't meet his standards. And that's why he's still going on about this almost a full day later, now they're almost back at the castle. ]
About how a king and queen had to determine their daughter from an impostor. And you know what they did?
[ He probably knows what they did. It's certainly mattress-related, because that's all Trevor has been getting at Alucard about for the last half hour and because the grin on his face means this cannot be about anything other than 'continuing to get at Alucard'. ]
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And so he finds it just about impossible to understand Alucard's complaints about a straw mattress being too uncomfortable. Until he'd come to the castle, that represented the peak of luxury to him. It was what he had slept on at home and, as Alucard had proven to enjoy reminding him, his family were nobility. And certainly it wasn't as soft as the feather mattress that their shared bed used, certainly there was the odd sharp poke from a piece of straw that refused to lie properly with the others, but it was soft and pleasant enough to sleep on and firm enough that one didn't just feel at risk of disappearing into it at all times the way one did with feathers. ]
Sypha told me a story like this.
[ And maybe he's just a little sore about the fact that Alucard spent the night reading rather than lying next to him because the inn's mattress didn't meet his standards. And that's why he's still going on about this almost a full day later, now they're almost back at the castle. ]
About how a king and queen had to determine their daughter from an impostor. And you know what they did?
[ He probably knows what they did. It's certainly mattress-related, because that's all Trevor has been getting at Alucard about for the last half hour and because the grin on his face means this cannot be about anything other than 'continuing to get at Alucard'. ]