Mason nodded, though it wasn't exactly because he knew that, but rather just to agree. He had always figured that vampires simply couldn't eat, other than their blood, but here one was making bacon. He shook his head a little to himself as he crossed the kitchen to gather the two plates and mugs. He flinched a little as he overextended his injured arm reaching for the things in the cabinet. Sucking in a breath, he pulled that arm back and grabbed them with his other.
Taking them over to the table, Mason laid one set in front of one chair, and the other at another. Wetting his lips, he moved then to get himself a water.
"I didn't think your kind actually could eat," Mason finally commented, glancing over his shoulder at the vampire.