As we eat, I told Bluevamp about myself. Where I grew up, where I went to school, what my plans were, and how I managed to screw most of it up. She was surprisingly easy to talk to. She seemed very interested in everything I had to say, and asked all kinds of questions. As I finished the last of my bowl of pasta, I looked and saw that she had eaten very little of hers. "Are you feeling ok? You didn't really eat much."