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Vampires can and do indeed eat food in Phangs, and Riya’s favorite sweet treat is chocolate truffles. She likes to poke a fang through the middle to get to the gooey center when no one is looking. She also likes to make people bread and honey sandwiches when they’re feeling upset. It’s something she remembers Vlad doing for her as a child before her Undeath. It’s her comfort food.

Ursula has a notoriously sweet tooth and is easily bribed with honeycomb, but is also partial to a strawberry cream if you happen to be going past the confectioner in town. She’ll eat pretty much anything put in front of her, and develops a particular affection for sticky toffee pudding, which is a somewhat northern staple where Nathan is from. Fresh fruits also never go amiss, but if it’s sour be prepared for it to be foisted onto your plate. The rare exception to this is lemon drizzle cake.

While most werewolves struggle to digest chocolate (Nathan is particularly prone to migraines and feeling ill if he eats any) some have found they are able to eat white chocolate or carob if offered, but it’s not something they go out of their way to consume. Nathan doesn’t have a very sweet tooth, he prefers savory desserts, like a good cheese board or tart. He is partial to butterscotch once every blue moon (figuratively or literally, hard to tell with werewolves) and has a moment of epiphany when Ursula combines the two to make a butterscotch cheesecake. It’s the one dessert the trio can agree upon and are able to share.

Vlad likes primarily tart and sour things. If your caramel isn’t salted he doesn’t want to know about it. He can abide chocolate but prefers it to be extremely dark chocolate, the kind that a doctor can prescribe to an anemic patient for the iron content. He’s also partial to jams and marmalades and will also use them to sweeten his tea, a habitual throwback to where he and his family are originally from.

He also likes aniseed things, and will happily eat all the licorice things no one else wants. Not the modern guff though, real licorice, the kind that tastes like it was dredged from a tar pit and filtered through a batch of absinthe.

Hard toffee can go fuck itself though, he’s cracked a fang more than once on that shit.

• Not the modern guff though, real licorice, the kind that tastes like it was dredged from a tar pit and filtered through a batch of absinthe.

I helped drink down a bottle of Black Sambuco last week. It was glorious!

I guess I’m saying: tag yourself, I’m Vlad

You, I like you.

I guess I’m Vlad.