[Beatrice snorts at the description of the jar of blood, and then promptly tries to pretend like she didn't laugh.]
An apology jar of blood is certainly a, ah, novel approach. Was it gift wrapped with a little ribbon on it? A get well soon card? Er, did the – Kindred in question actually make it out alive?
Technically, it is written in what one might call Kindred religious texts that we ought not to drink the blood of the moon-beasts, but no one ever listens to the inconvenient bits. You know, the ones that say what not to do. Very predictable.
And I am afraid that you mortals all qualify as juvenile from this perspective, but at least you seem like you can't be any younger than.. [A very long pause. Oh god, what are mortal ages, again? What seems like a normal in between year? Beatrice flails, and comes up with the insultingly low-] fifteen.
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An apology jar of blood is certainly a, ah, novel approach. Was it gift wrapped with a little ribbon on it? A get well soon card? Er, did the – Kindred in question actually make it out alive?
Technically, it is written in what one might call Kindred religious texts that we ought not to drink the blood of the moon-beasts, but no one ever listens to the inconvenient bits. You know, the ones that say what not to do. Very predictable.
And I am afraid that you mortals all qualify as juvenile from this perspective, but at least you seem like you can't be any younger than.. [A very long pause. Oh god, what are mortal ages, again? What seems like a normal in between year? Beatrice flails, and comes up with the insultingly low-] fifteen.