[Alucard's nearly done with the last of the pancakes. They just need to be turned, then they can be devoured.]

Making a batch of dye requires work, and if you're going through the effort, then you ought to do it en masse. That makes sense.

[He looks over at Sypha, and while her sigh is worrying, the way the setting sun lights her face is something else. The red-orange makes her hair seem to glow in all the right ways and...

...and the pancakes are done. He moves the last batch onto the plate, then moves the plate to the table.]

Let me get forks and knives out. Dinner's ready.