Lestat definitely, now, had sympathy for Waffle. Poor bastard.
The idea of a zombie dolphin was almost too much. He had to laugh, just a little. Just once. He stopped after getting that out, though.
Lestat dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walked along with Maggie, looking for all the world like a young man on a date with a girl and her dogs.
When Maggic put her arm around him, Lestat did not know quite how to react. It was serious work for him not to just continue poking around in her mind, to see everything she had seen. He wanted to, so desperately. He could imagine her world, yes, but there was nothing like actually seeing it through the eyes of the person whose world it was. Finally, he smiled at her.
"I can't promise you I won't try to see these things you're describing by looking for them in your head," he said. Honesty was good, right? "I'm trying not to, because it's been pointed out to me that it's impolite, but... while I'm used to being fiction to everyone here, this is not a thing I've heard before, and it's difficult to process. Zombies are voodoo magic. All of the horror movies, that's not what they are in my..." He waved a hand. "... world. The books you all read, my books."
"We had zombies here once," he said, remembering. "Years ago. There was a cure."
He arched a brow at her, indicating that perhaps she should try to find more of this cure. It had been mass produced, after all, had it not?