Vincent arched a brow, scooting his chair towards the table with a loud screech. Leo did the same with her chair, and as he passed Vincent to get to his own spot across from her, he leaned in and muttered, "She might have been the wrong choice..." "You think, Leo??" Leo winced at his brother's snappy remark back, and took his seat.<br/><br/>Some servants brought in platters of fruits, pastries, jams and jellies, and a few cuts of meat, along with four pitchers. They placed three by Alison's place, and poured the contents of the last one into the vampire brothers' goblets. Blood, fresh blood poured out. Neither could eat real food, as it tasted like ash to them. The curse of being a vampire, along with sunlight and silver. "Go on ahead and eat, don't let us stop you." Vincent muttered, putting his cup to his lips.