Well, it all requires me finding a kitchen that will let me use it. [Wait, no, and the other thing:] As well as recalibrating my skills to what equipment is actually available. I'm not sure what is common place here yet.

[There's a soft laugh that bubbles up out of the dhampir in spite of himself. Hungry work indeed, and it's nice, being able to just trust someone. Gideon doesn't strike Alucard as someone who'd be effective at having an alterior motive. Everything about her she makes obvious, and that is the real reason she's not been chased out or told to fuck off.

The dhampir gets to his feet, and moves to the oven. When he opens it, a no frills cast iron pot sits, having perhaps been going for hours. Or a few minutes. Who knows how it works, he just knows it'll be ideal. Still, he opens the pot lid, and the scent that fills the room is instant. Dark, earthy red wine mixes with root vegetables and mushrooms - the fruits of a late autumn forest - and the gameiness of vension whose source is also entirely hypothetical. It's nothing to reach for a wooden spoon on the counter and check for the correct consistency, just as it takes no time to put two hearty servings into bowls. There's already bread on the table too.

The only remaining addition are utensils and a sprinkle of thyme over each dish. Alucard grabs forks and spoons (no need for knives, the meat is falling apart tender), then adds the greenery before setting both bowls down.]

I...suspect it'd be easier if you just showed me.

[That's how you accept hanging out, right?]