I don't mind cooking to preference if your ambitions are beyond soup, but point taken.
[Alucard knows that cooking in the Horizon is just playing house. He's never minded it before, but there's no surprise that the banter attempt fails. Time. Place. Emotion. He can't imagine what Astarion's interior thoughts are at the moment. Doubtlessly a nasty storm of everything.
But the act of the blanket burritoing oneself says everything. Alucard is quiet for a moment, then sits down on the floor. It puts him at a weird right angle from the vampire and at a lower level.
Also, the floor is good.]
It'd be different, if nothing else. I don't know what sort of general lifestyle activities are available in the sewer, but I imagine you'd invent new ones.
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[Alucard knows that cooking in the Horizon is just playing house. He's never minded it before, but there's no surprise that the banter attempt fails. Time. Place. Emotion. He can't imagine what Astarion's interior thoughts are at the moment. Doubtlessly a nasty storm of everything.
But the act of the blanket burritoing oneself says everything. Alucard is quiet for a moment, then sits down on the floor. It puts him at a weird right angle from the vampire and at a lower level.
Also, the floor is good.]
It'd be different, if nothing else. I don't know what sort of general lifestyle activities are available in the sewer, but I imagine you'd invent new ones.