"Stop telling us about thattt blood," Kelpie groaned dramatically, scrunching up his nose in pure disgust as if he could already smell it. "That part is always gross."
"Classic Vlad Jr.," Boo said, giggling as he floated lazily in the air. "I was wondering when the blood part would appear. He can't finish anything without it."
Vlad Jr. lifted his chin with dignified composure, entirely unbothered by their reactions. "It is an important cultural detail," he replied calmly. "You simply lack refinement."
"Refinement?" Drake echoed, wide eyed. "You literally just said the blood tasted good."
"Exactly," Vlad Jr. said serenely.
A chorus of groans and dramatic gasps filled the room, while Alina covered her mouth to hide her laughter, her eyes warm with fond amusement as she watched their chaotic little debate unfold.
"Alright, alright, Vlad Jr., sit down," Alina said with a laugh, waving him back to his seat as she looked around at the sea of eager, raised hands. "Who's next?"
