To the outside world Jeremiah appeared to be something far closer to a biker\rock star\cowboy then to the Louisiana born gentleman he once had been. The tattoos, clothing, and fangs could intimidate most who crossed his path. Yet that boyish smile of his lit up when he say the smile on her face. Without hesitation he had pulled out her chair, and poured her a glass of the chilled white wine before he took a seat of his own.
Her surprised tone had been met with a soft giggle and an energetic nod before he spoke up at last. "Took a lot of years to get it right darling, but I finally got my mama's recipe down pat. Made sure to go easy on the spices for ya, since I didn't what it to be too spicy, still there's fresh corn bread, and a light salad too so eat till ya had your fill, love."
In the last eight decades Jeremiah had loved almost every moment of being a vampire. The fact that being turned had saved him was amazing, but he also enjoyed the smaller things too...at a time like this it was those enhances senses that he really appreciated. After all the sense of smell helped immensely when it came to picking out the freshest ingredients. Granted he hadn't been too thrilled at the selection of okra he found at the store, but the rest of what he needed had been easy enough to find.
After removing the lid from the pot of gumbo Jeremiah stood up again and offered to ladle it into her bowl. The steam from the pot had the vamp licking his lips, and he may have closed his eyes for a second to savor the smell. He poured himself a hearty amount at last and grinned again as a piece of corn bread was dipped into the gumbo. He took the smallest of nibbles at first and finally nodded to himself before digging in...certain that his mother would be proud to call the dish worthy of the family name.