"That guy Bastian.. the cook? He's gonna work on making some food I can taste. Like, crazy spicy shit. I'll let you know how it goes. I miss flavors, you know?" He missed sweet, and salty, and tangy, and the whole fucking rainbow of flavors. Blood was delicious, but it got old after awhile. He wanted some variety.
"I don't know. Fuck it." Charlie grabbed the bottle and just chugged what was left of it. He then summoned the waitress. "We need another one of these. And more limes. Lots more limes." The waitress looked stunned by how much they'd already consumed. She seemed especially surprised by Ana's stamina, but she was paid to serve and not ask questions, so she ran off to get another bottle.
"Pick a new topic. Something stupid." If she didn't want to philosophize or discuss problems, then she could come up with something of her own for them to talk about.