#f93

RYAN: Let’s do this. Walk me through the menu. Hold on - that’s not my thermidor. The hell is that? 

(Collin's thoughts) Crapcrapcrap he knows you don’t know what you’re doing he’s not gonna like your idea he’s gonna think it’s stupid he’s gonna think you’re a waste of space he's not gonna like you he’s– oh shit he’s looking at you, say something, stupid! 

COLLIN: Um, well, I had some trouble with the shell…but it gave me the idea to braise the meat in pig’s blood? 

RYAN: You fucked around in my kitchen? 

COLLIN: N-no! One of the chefs did it for me– 

RYAN: So you interfered with my staff. 

CAMILLA: Oh come on, Chef, give him a break. Why don’t you try it? You might even be able to taste it like that.

RYAN:…Okay, yeah. This changes things.

COLLIN: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– RYAN: It’s good, Waites.  CAMILLA: See? Told you you didn’t need to worry so much. 

RYAN: It almost tastes like it did before I lost my taste for mortal food. If we could do this but with human blood it could be BIG for newly turned vampires…I’m doing the whole menu like this. Now it’s just a question of what else would translate this well. 

CAMILLA: The soup, maybe? It has a sharp, earthy taste that the metallic taste of blood might blend with in an interesting way. 

RYAN: That soup is ​​česnečka – Slovak garlic soup. You want me to serve that to a vampire clientele? It’s getting cut.

CAMILLA: Oh. I guess I’m not that knowledgeable in Slovak cuisine. What if–