Lucky was right, he had scared off more than a few women in pubs, because he had said something a little too obnoxious for their taste. Ah well, it was their loss, wasn't it? "I'm really glad you like it. Bouquets always make me think of funeral homes, or weddings. Too equally depressing events." So said the man who had been ready to take the plunge since he was nineteen years old. Weddings weren't so bad, even the over the tops ones. So long as you didn't spend a fortune on the big day, leaving yourself in debt, it ought to be everything you had ever wished for. Ideally, it would only happen the one time. "Yeah, it's really weird. You're just a strange one, Eden." He teased, resting his elbows on the counter top, and grinning up at her. "I think you can cook with lavender as well. They lady I bought it from kept saying only a little, only a little! Otherwise it comes out tasting like perfume. "Well, if you haven't, and you're curious, I think they've got a label on the pot." The name wasn't one he could honestly remember, but he had a difficult time recalling all of these Dutch named places. Over a year of living in Amsterdam, and he still couldn't read most of the street signs. "Oh did you? A bakery, or a bakery? I wouldn't mind either, but if they are from a bakery, we're going to need more pasta to combat my munchies."
"We had about seven dogs when I was growing up. I used to get grounded, because I would let them out, shift, and we would all go running around together. They followed me, so people in our village thought he took in the occasional stray." Unlike his parents, he had been reckless with his gift, when it had first made an appearance. In his mind, his parents had always been super heroes, and when he turned out to be like them, well, he had thought that made him one as well. "I know it sounds strange, and I'm sorry if it makes me come off as a weirdo. I think there is something to be said of fate.... and fate has made it damn near impossible to forget you. Ever." It had been one hell of an introduction into each others lives. There had to be a reason for it. "So, even you end up hating my guts, or think I'm too socially awkward to be around, you'll at least know that I'll always think about you." Fate was a strange thing to believe in, when you didn't have a religion, but there were things about the universe that they didn't understand. So god wasn't their creature, but fate could still account for something. "It's not just here. I red about a vampire being chained out in the sun, in France. A young vampire, newly turned. They had caught him at a night club, used blessed objects to keep him restrained, and then waited. Fucking horrible... and they don't know how to handle it. He's already dead, so they are trying to argue that it wasn't murder." The EVC is was having an absolute shit fit, he was sure, trying to argue that it was indeed a crime, and that the people who did this should be punished. That was easier said than done, especially when most vampire movies were about the good guys staking the vampire in the end. He looked down to Charlie, the little black puffball of a tail starting to wag. "What do you say? Want to go out some weekend? We could go chase cats." Ian moved to wash his hands in the sink, before joining her at the table. "Don't see how it wouldn't be... thanks for all of this, it was really sweet of you."