A hundred years. It had quite literally been around a hundred years since he last shared a home cooked meal with another. The last time he could even recall such a time was when he had been a boy, near five or six years old. His mother had made the simple fare for her family, and this had been that same meal. Oh there was no fancy wine that night, but still the meal was nearly identical. Jeremiah never did forget that night, for it was the last one his ma had ever made before she passed away the following week.
Strange as it was he had no real emotional feelings regarding the passing of his parents, but still the scent of the creole cooking did still seem to resonate with the sliver of humanity within. Long dead as his kin were, the vampire supposed that his mother's legacy would live on, if only in the simple recipe.
Letha's words of praise were met with a smile, and Jeremiah found himself raising his glass of wine up in a silent toast. After taking a sip he set it down once more, and chuckled as he watched her enjoy the food. Between bites, and the occasional refill of glass and bowl he spoke up again in soft tone.
"I am glad that ya like it darling. Figured ya deserved something special after having been so brave and strong these last few days. So ya may wish to save a little room cause I was thinking we could enjoy a slice of lemon cream pie on the veranda when the meal is done."
The sound of the soft rain outside had not escaped his attention. The thought of sitting outside beneath the covered patio with her, snacking on dessert and perhaps a little more wine, just sounded so good. For the present though the vamp turned his focus back to the meal at hand, and chuckled again as he helped himself to another piece of cornbread.