Cianán (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} keenspirit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
He caught her gaze down and shook his head, waving away any concern she might feel that it bothered him to see other people eat meat. He'd never have made it through the late 1800s had that been the case. "I don't actually need to eat," he admitted. "Given that, meat never really seemed necessary." What he didn't come right out and say was that it didn't feel right to take a life, even the life of an animal, when he could survive perfectly well without it. There was more than enough death in the world to provide for the people who benefitted from protein more than he did.
"It does," he agreed. The two things weren't strictly related, but he understood the general sense of moving towards the world they might envision. He chuckled as he answered, "Oh, I think I'll have decided within your lifetime. I'm enjoying it so far. In some ways, it doesn't feel so different; I think music can be a therapy all its own." Her enthusiasm was infectious, though Cianán hadn't heard of the dish she mentioned. He made an effort to puzzle out what, if anything at all, he knew of ingredients available in that kind of area. "Rice, yams and... something with wheat?" He was probably wrong. "I'll have to see if I can find some."
Raising a hand, he gestured to indicate a point well made. "I admit, I wouldn't love having my walls ripped out, even aside from how inconvenient that sounds." Logically, he knew the house couldn't feel any kind of disturbance, but he'd always formed an attachment to places and things, perhaps because they were more likely to last his own lifespan than most humans were. "Not on your account," he promised. "Simply because I'm starting to lose track of conversations as they happen. Soft drinks between glasses of Champagne will be a more manageable pace."