So I've been told. [Alucard doesn't sound very proud of having that designation, but absolutely has accepted it. He's a dry, unpleasant, paranoid dhampir these days and that is simply that. The most joy he's felt has been looking at bad taxidermy or romping around the dessert as a wolf under cover of darkness.

Quiet gold eyes watch as Gideon pretty much digs in, and that comes with some satisfaction. The dhampir tries not to think too hard about how all the food here is fake and the effort of preparing it realy doesn't mean anything, but the motions help him anyway. They're normal. He can take stress and make bread through the alchemy of cooking.]

The rain, you mean. [Does Gideon not have rain where she's from? Questions for later. His tone is friendly enough as he continues.] I suppose the stew put you on the True Path, given that this place is supposed to twist and turn to keep people out.

[But Gideon's welcome. He's already gone through the hospitality ritual.] Did you ever find more bad taxidermy in the museum?