Meanwhile, Alfred's own passion was much more mundane. Cooking. Not just preparing good tasting food, but arranging it to be pleasing to the eyes, and balancing the nutrition to be nourishing to the body.  In fact, the job he had lined up for starting the new chapter of his life was one where he could really pursue it, indulge in it. Part of him wondered about what would have happened if he had chosen to not follow Erica; would he have enjoyed the job? Would he have flourished in that environment?<br/><br/>After eating his meal and cleaning his dishes, he went over to the couch, and laid down on it. He didn't want to disturb either of the two artists as they did their work, so he just relaxed and drifted in the sea of his own thoughts.  They drifted away from what had been, towards what could be, and what had just happened. Vampires are real. He's with two of them now, one of whom loves him, the other of whom is... ambivalent? Yeah, he thinks that is the right word to describe Cass.<br/><br/>And he's totally drank vampire blood. Because that's a thing, apparently, and it makes him... a ghoul, they called it.  Not for the first time, he wondered about just what it is he's gotten himself into.<br/><br/>His eyes closed. He didn't sleep, but did rest as he listened to what Cass was working on, through the walls.