[No one Alucard knows (or would know of Alucard, in truth) crosses their path that evening. That thought doesn't occur to him until the next afternoon, when Alucard stirs and realizes he really ought to do the grocery shopping. His bandages are changed (a little better now), but before he sees to shopping, he drives himself to the library. There is research to do, and for food, it must be done at the library rather than the castle. It isn't a collecting area of his father's.
Finding the right recipe takes a little time, but he does find it. Copies it down. Then researches Italian grocers, and that is where he goes to do the week's shopping instead. A new world of smells and cured meats greet him when Alucard enters, and he emerges with the right supplies, plus bread, plus olives, plus polenta (which is grits? apparently?) plus fruit and veg.
When he opens the door for Sypha, the smell of a sauce that has been simmering all day greets her, all tomatoes and herbs and well, garlic, promising that whatever's next is going to be as close to what she saw as it could ever possibly be.
The bag under her arm gets a quiet lift of the eyebrows, but not much else.]
Come in, please.
[He's dressed as simply as possible. Black trousers and a grey button up shirt, because right now trying to pull anything over his head is terrible.]
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Finding the right recipe takes a little time, but he does find it. Copies it down. Then researches Italian grocers, and that is where he goes to do the week's shopping instead. A new world of smells and cured meats greet him when Alucard enters, and he emerges with the right supplies, plus bread, plus olives, plus polenta (which is grits? apparently?) plus fruit and veg.
When he opens the door for Sypha, the smell of a sauce that has been simmering all day greets her, all tomatoes and herbs and well, garlic, promising that whatever's next is going to be as close to what she saw as it could ever possibly be.
The bag under her arm gets a quiet lift of the eyebrows, but not much else.]
Come in, please.
[He's dressed as simply as possible. Black trousers and a grey button up shirt, because right now trying to pull anything over his head is terrible.]