[Alucard watches Trevor from the car window. It's a stupid, smitten smile that's on his face as he watches Trevor talk to the staff trough the window and--

--and then there's so much pastry in Alucard's hands that he wants to be surprised but somehow can't.]

...It's lucky we all settled in New Orleans and they still honor the French baking traditions.

[ohgod this car smells too good.]

Drive. I may eat everything if you don't.