Blenner's Apartment, Early Friday Morning
Vlad sat in his roof top garden, gazing out over Milieux.
Spread out on the ground near him was a picnic breakfast large enough to be called 'vast'. There were enough eggs, bangers, tomatoe slices, and bacon to make several full Englishes, a loaf's worth of toast, and a few dishes peculiar to Romania as well.
And who had prepared this feast? Pixies? Fairies? The local catering service? Or Vlad, himself?
Who knows?
For, mysterious are the ways of vampires and breakfast picnics.
[ooc: For Walter, please.]
Spread out on the ground near him was a picnic breakfast large enough to be called 'vast'. There were enough eggs, bangers, tomatoe slices, and bacon to make several full Englishes, a loaf's worth of toast, and a few dishes peculiar to Romania as well.
And who had prepared this feast? Pixies? Fairies? The local catering service? Or Vlad, himself?
Who knows?
For, mysterious are the ways of vampires and breakfast picnics.
[ooc: For Walter, please.]