"You and your pie. Thanks, I appreciate it." Danielle and her baked goods fixation, even though she couldn't eat any of them. Then again, if she herself never got to eat again, she'd probably develop some weird hang-ups about it, too.

She ran one hand idly over the spines of the books on the bookcase behind her. Time to change the subject; this was more emotional honesty than she usually went in for. "How about you? The rest of the bloodsuckers behaving?"