This foreign food called spaghetti is a really delicious kind. I wish someone from the village had learnt about it from somewhere and create it's business; it will have been so profitable. I've finished the whole plate, and not even hungry anymore yet I want to sup in more that straw-like thing.
I lick my lips, remembering the peppery taste, and while I drink from the cup of water, I hear footsteps. My nerves spikes up from fear, but seeing Mr. Seth appear from the corner calms down those pumping veins of mine.
He smiles on sighting me, a shaking motion with his head when he places his attention on the plate.
"The kitchen here will like to have someone like you so near it." He chuckles. "Vampires don't make use of it that much. Sometimes, not at all." He adds, cheekily.
"But you do."
