Something smells good in the kitchen. Who: Drifter and Letha When: Week Eight; Friday Evening, Jan 23rd. Where: Clan House. Summary: The vampire in the kitchen. Warnings: TBD - possible swearing, smoking, drinking.
The typically quiet atmosphere of the house had been disturbed by a barrage of varying sounds and smells over the last few hours as Jeremiah holed himself up in the kitchen. Between the clanging of pots and pans, the sound of the vamp whistling a tune known only to himself, and the way he always seemed to be at the door to turn away any lookie loos...well it was clear as day that the tattooed vampire was up to some kind of mischief. Still he could not be dissuaded from whatever it was that he was cooking up, not even by his darling sire.
In all honesty even he thought himself to be a little crazy for pursuing his course of action. But with the way things had been going of late, this just seemed like one of those perfect rare moments. As a vampire he really had no need to consume anything other then blood. Still Jeremiah had always been an odd sort of vamp. Between his obsession with that haunting song stuck in his head, and his habitual desire to dabble in narcotics, his actions could have easily been written off as just another strange thing. However his work in the kitchen was far more then some passing flight of fancy.
For decades now he had always found himself working on perfecting a very special dish, and after a lifetime or two Jeremiah had finally done it. Whenever the vamp found himself looking back at the life before being turned two memories were always burning brightest in his mind. The night he first met Letha at that run down little bar\music hall, and the smell of his mama's gumbo. The first memory was forever safe, thanks to his sire sparing him from eternal death. But the gumbo was the last shred of his humanity that the man had struggled to retain. So without fail he had always come back to the kitchen to try his damnedest to recreate that spicy dish.
Fates seemed to have once again conspired in his favor, for just a few months before finding his way into Rinth Jeremiah had managed to perfect the recipe...and now for this briefest of windows he could share it with his beloved since her tastes seemed to favor the human cuisine. For nearly four hours he slaved away in the kitchen until it was ready, and with inhuman speed he quickly set the table for two. When all was prepared he sought her out, smiling like a fool who could barely contain a giggle, and led the way to the dining room. "Sorry for all the ruckus, darling. But I didn't want anyone spoiling the fun before it began! So I hereby invite ya to join me, and come try a taste of my mama's creole gumbo."