Sarah watched as Christopher gobbled down another chocolate chip cookie.
"I didn't know vampires could eat normal food," She commented absentmindedly.
He raised an eyebrow, "How could you not know? You've been a vampire, yourself, for weeks, now. Plus, you're a Vida. You spent your whole life hunting down vampires. I figured you'd know everything about us, by now."
She shrugged, "I really only concentrated on the dangerous vampires, then. I only ever saw them—er, us—drink blood."
Christopher rolled his eyes, "Come on, I KNOW you saw me eat normal food before. It doesn't give us as much energy as blood, but if were stuck, it'll sustain us. How else do you think I've avoided feeding off humans all this time?"
Sarah shrugged again, "I thought you just fed off animals, or something. That's what I've been doing since I've been turned."
"I do that, too, yeah," Christopher admitted, "But animals alone are a bit dull. Come on, don't you miss the taste of cookies?"
At this point, he had picked up a teasing tone, and dangled a cookie in front of her face.
This time it was her turn to roll her eyes, "I didn't even like cookies when I was human, let alone now."
Christopher's eyes widened, "You don't like cookies?! But… But they're cookies! How can you not like them?"
"I just never developed a taste for them. Mother always encouraged Adianna and I to eat healthy food."
"Well, they're not unhealthy," He persuaded, "You don't have to worry about cholesterol and stuff like that, now that you're undead. Come on, just try it."
"Fine," She agreed, grabbing the cookie from him and taking a bite.
Christopher watched her as she chewed her bite slowly, then swallowed.
"Well?"
"Too dry," She complained, handing the rest of the cookie back to him, "If you're going to make me eat cookies, at least find some good cookies."
"Hey, I made these myself!" He protested.
"Well, you can't cook, then!" Sarah argued, "Or you at least can't cook cookies."
Christopher pouted as he munched on the remains of the cookie. He glanced sideways at her once, then looked away.
"Picky eater," He mumbled, then stuffed the rest of the cookie in his moulth.