Bottled blood made you dependent on someone else to provide you with nourishment. Of course, they depended on human beings, just as the humans depended on plants and animals (and other people to manage all that for them) but drinking only bottled blood made it seem like stretching one's hand out like Oliver Twist and waiting to be given whatever they decided to give you. Odette supposed it wasn't too different from having to purchase your food in life. But, still. There was something seemingly strange about it. The house had not bothered to say anything about having to only drink bottled blood, which was fantastic for Odette. And, besides, there was really nothing like biting into someone's neck and tasting that warm blood...having it pumped into your mouth by their own heartbeat. The feeding itself was almost ritualistic. Having something come from a bottle was like a joke.
Smiling at Laurent's reaction, Odette reached over for the box. The little girl affected him very seriously and Odette understood it, in a way. She didn't understand the frantic game of pursuit because when she and Liev had decided to call it quits, they had. Or at least...she had. She didn't perpetually wonder and pine and chase after him. It seemed like a grand waste of time. She wished they would just talk and figure it out. It wasn't even remotely comparable to her sire and childe. It was coincidence that they were here. Or even if they had looked for her, it wasn't as if she had broken off an engagement with either of them. Or told either of them she hated them. So...incomparable. "Very well," Odette said with a laugh as she lifted the lid and looked in. "Oh, Laurent, it's lovely," she responded sincerely, lifting it out to inspect it in the light. "Thank you," she added as she pinned it on her jacket. "It's a nice start to your apology~"