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He laughs.

"Gil keeps trying to invent new liver and spinach dishes for me. Guess it's nice to know they care."

He munches his toast, and as if on cue, Jeremy pops up with a plate of eggs. He rolls his eyes, pats the rattie, and eats the eggs.

"The link will get stronger over time. You'll be able to feel and know more of each other. Distance can stretch it though. If one of you is in Milliways and the other is not, then it will be stretched very thin. It will be difficult to use, but you'll still be able to feel one another."

"I can't leave, except if Nick wants to take me to Toronto. If I open the door myself..."

He trails off.

"Let's just say it's a place I don't really want to go back to. I've told Nick that if the time ever comes that he has to leave Milliways, I'll go with him. My home's wherever he is, now."

He nods.

"I understand. I never plan to go live in London Below ever again. My home is with Amadeo in New Orleans or here in Milliways now."

"Considering my options are here, wherever Nick is or the Black God's realm... more to the point, I don't want to be away from Nick."

"Can't blame you for that. Nick's a good bloke."

"Mmm. He is. Not many would put up with me and my assorted issues. He's... beyond anything I thought I deserved."

And that may just be a sappy smile. Awwww.

He smiles too.

"We all have issues, Alex. I'm sure that Nick thinks you're well worth them."

"I know. I'm still getting that through my head. It might take a while, we knights tend to be a stubborn bunch."

He grins.

"Not just knights. Vampires too. And they can wait it out."

"Nick's said as much. And considering I'm dead..."

He frowns.

"I wonder how that works. I still need to breathe and eat and drink..."

"I've always wondered that myself. We have a lot of dead patrons here, and they all eat, sleep, breathe, walk around, that sort of thing. Doesn't seem to be too different from life."

"I've talked to one girl -- Tara, I think she said her name was -- she says she doesn't need to eat or drink, but that it's nice sometimes."

He shrugs, as if to say he can't quite understand why anyone would eat if they didn't need to.

"Well, it is nice, I think I'd miss it. I know I'd miss tea."

"I don't know, I think I could handle not needing to eat. People seem to make a big deal about it. I don't quite get it."

"Doesn't food taste good to you?"

He shrugs.

"Food's food."

"So you don't care what you eat at all?"

"Not really. Just... you know, I eat what I have to to keep my body going, I don't really care what it is as long as it'll do what it needs to."

"What if it's something you don't like?"

He shrugs.

"I don't know. I don't think about it much."

"That's odd, mate. I mean, I come from a poor family, so I'm used to eating whatever's there, but I do have preferences."

He shrugs again, looking uncomfortable.

"S'just the way I am."

He shrugs too.

"it's not really important. Guess I'm just used to how spoiled Amadeo and David are."

"Everyone seems to make a big deal about me not having favourite foods. I don't understand why."

"Probably because most people do. Even David says that his is Lestat's jugular. But like I said, it's not that important."