"Because a big part of living--and a bigger part, I imagine, of living forever--is reveling in the pleasures the world affords, especially the little ones, like chocolate cake, and being thankful. And since it wouldn't do you any harm either, why not?" She bumped him good naturedly with one one strong shoulder. "Good Lord knows you could use something to chase away your moody blues, and don't you try to tell me you don't have them every now and again."
Rayna looked him over knowingly. "You know what? I'm going to see if I can't drum up some way to mix your kind of food and mine, and make you and Miss Adair something that'll taste good and break up the never ending parade of O negative juice boxes."