How do you Love (Emrys/Xantha)

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mid April 2026

The camping trip had gone amazing. Emrys and Xantha had gotten closer. It was strange. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to spend with her. And not just intimately. After some time, they agreed to meet up and she would cook for him again. Well, she may have said that he would be helping, but that couldn't have been right. He had chefs and restaurants do that for him, and before that, the elves at Hogwarts did it. The celebrity vampire didn't know how to cook, nor did he have to. But that couldn't have been right. She would, like when they were camping, cook for them both. That was how he pictured it. Sure, Emrys' larger than necessary kitchen had everything it needed. He only knew that because the chefs that his manager hired would have the food sent to his place ahead of time, and they would come, using what he had. Of course they always brought their own set of knives. But Emrys also knew that he had some knives around as well, somewhere, probably still in some sort of packaging.

Either way, he had sent in an order for the food that she had told him to get, best quality of everything, naturally. Sure Xantha would probably not be too happy with how much the food probably costed, but that was why he agreed buy it. That way, she didn't need to worry about it, and she could do the hard part and prepare it. The food had all arrived, fresh, earlier in the day. Bloody deliverer woke him up. They knew better than to deliver before one in the afternoon. But the kid was clearly new. Emrys let them in and they stalked everything, leaving quickly. Sure, normally he would have flirted and been his normal self, but he was not in the mood for it. After they left, he went back up and showered.

Later in the day, he had taken it off, he was happily playing the guitar, one of his older tunes that never made it to the recording studio. Adding a few rifts to it, and it got better. The vampire was in the middle of jamming, reclined on his couch when he heard the door being unlocked. There were very few people that had a key to his place, and he was expecting one of them, so he played on, and waited.

@xantha

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Emrys was a ridiculously spoiled prince and no matter how fond Xantha was of him, she'd decided it was time he at least learned how to bake an egg. For goodness sake, in case of emergency he needed to be able to at least shake something out of his sleeve! Not that it was likely he'd ever have an emergency of any kind but Xantha naturally opted to ignore that. She'd given him a shopping list including everything that normally would already be in the house. Things like salt and spices. She knew his appartment by now and she'd never seen anything to indicate a baseline supplies of spices or well.... anything.

So she'd crossed her fingers as she'd headed over to his place in the hopes that he at least had things like knives and pots and pans. If not, this was going to be very challenging. Still, she was always up for a challenge, even more so around him. She entered the ridiculously luxurious building he lived in and after a brief stop at security, she made her way to the elevator. She hated the suspicious looks the security always gave her until they found her on the quick list. Every suspicion faded like snow under the bright light of the warm sun. Pricks. Still, she rode the elevator up, tapping her foot nervously. Surroundings like these when Emrys wasn't around made her extremely uncomfortable. She felt like a scratch on the wrong surface would have her working off the repair costs for the rest of her life. So as she got to the door she was equally meticulous about putting the key in without accidentally scratching the surface of the lock. She shuddered for a moment before opening the door and walking in. Oddly enough, the luxury appartment felt almost like a second home to her.

She followed the source of the music and found Emrys strumming on a guitar. She smiled slightly as she leaned against the wall. "New song?" She asked him casually before walking over and kissing his cheek briefly. "Are you ready to get going?" She asked then, already keen on having him do simple things like cutting unions. Or baking an egg. She was pretty sure he'd have no idea where to even get started.

@emrys

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Emrys didn't have to know how to cook, and his desire, well, let's just say, he'd rather step out onto his balcony butt naked on the sunniest day. Well, maybe that was exaggerating. But he only went into the kitchen to reheat leftovers, or to get into his mini fridge that had multiple locks on it to prevent anyone from getting into it but him. It was stalked with blood. That wasn't exactly something he wanted anyone to have access too. He was the only one that got into that fridge, and he had made sure that was the case. The shopping list was vast, and some of the herbs on the list apparently came in dried and fresh versions. Unsure, he just got both. Figuring that if anything, the chefs who came to cook could them for something. And it was a good way to ensure that garlic wouldn't be allowed into his penthouse flat.

He lounged and played the familiar tone, messing with it. He wasn't entirely sure what he would do with it. But while he waited, and meditated, the song just seemed to work itself out. If words and lyrics came with the music that he was making, then perhaps it could go on a new album. He already had his newest one getting ready to drop, but it never hurt to start working on the next set. Creating art took time. He strummed, hearing the music flow from his guitar. His eyes closed, but still his hands moved smoothly against the familiar instrument. Hearing the key slowly enter it's socket, and unlock his front door. He was sure who it was, but the fact that they had a key, meant that he could maintain his naturally relaxed state. When Xantha spoke, he lifted his head looking over at her with a wicked grin. "Could be. If it ever get's complete. If not, you'll be one of the only ones who've heard it."

He gladly accepted her sweet greeting kiss with a smile. It had taken some time for her to get like that, but to him, it felt like it was so natural now. She then asked if he was ready. and he let out a groan. He looked up at her with his best puppy dog eyes. "Really? Is that necessary?" Though he was sure that she wouldn't let him get off with just that. But it was worth a try.

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She smiled gently as he told her she'd be one of the only ones to have heard the song. "Well is that a good or a bad thing?" She asked almost teasingly. "It means I've seen work that you didn't deem good enough for the public." She noted rather cheerfully. "It has good lines though. I could dance to it." She pretty much measured the quality of any and all music by how possible it was to dance to it. The easier it was, the better she found the music to be. Anything she couldn't dance to was horrible and most certainly not worth her time. Still, being with Emrys was soothing, in a way. He usually didn't make much time to play when she was around, but that was fine. They had other entertainments, which had only recently started to include the occasional event outside the bedroom. Pretty much since camping.

As she asked if he was ready he groaned like a petulant child and then gave her his best puppy dog eyes, which were naturally completely wasted on her. "The way I see it, you either bake me an egg or you're helping me cook. If you don't complain too much I'll teach you how to bake cupcakes. That way you can get them fresh from the oven if you want." She suggested, quite aware he could hire a chef for that anyway. It wasn't the point. He needed to be able to cook anything at all. At least be able to boil an egg. "Come on Agent E. Just consider this preparation for your next assignment." She said with a playful little wink before she headed towards the kitchen to look around for everything that she wanted to use.

She started by finding cutting boards, a few pans and the knives. The packaged knives. So she'd grab the scissors.... which were also packaged. While she understood why those were packed (especially as a petty thief) she hated it nonetheless. Then again, it showed exactly how much Emrys used his kitchen and the tools in it. Never. "Emrys.." She called out. "At the very least help me get the knives unpacked or you're eating uncut vegetables." She was planning on a mini pie of sorts, as those were best fresh out of the oven. Perhaps a stew of sorts, as those were a lot simpler to make. A nice mix of easy for beginners and a more challenging thing for somebody that hadn't had an actual kitchen available for years. She and Mavis didn't even have a functional oven after all!

@emrys

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Mentioning that she may be the only person to hear the tune he was strumming, and she questioned if that was a bad thing. He gave a shrug. "Could be." he chuckled "Depends if it ever turns into a full song." She did mention that she could dance to it, and as she was a dancer, he knew that was a compliment. "Well then, we'll have to see if lyrics end up matching with it." His musical process was interesting to say the least. He played and messed around with music and notes while he was thinking. He had a number of musical ideas, while lyrics came separately. Then he worked to match music to the lyrics. His musical style could very, though he normally went the rout of the high rhythm and loud base of club music. Having music that people could easily dance too was important with that genre. He also floated around with rock and other types of music.

Emrys felt relaxed around Xantha. There was an ease about her being around him. He wasn't one to work hard on things he found little or no interest in. He knew the look and groan wouldn't get him out of it, let's be honest, they rarely did. That didn't stop him form doing it though. He gave a heavy sigh, her form or bribery was teaching him how to make cupcakes on his own. He looked at her, tilting his head in a confused manor. "I can get fresh cupcakes whenever I want. Thiers a bakery not far from here that will always bake them fresh then deliver them." He shrugged. And if he wanted anything fresh from his own kitchen, there were the chefs that made food for him. Sure, Charlotta made sure that they made well balanced meals, but they always completed the meal with a decadent desert. After a moment, he gave a long sigh, setting his guitar softly to the side, propping it up against the couch he was on. Then he stood up. He smiled at the way he used his old nickname It didn't make him want to do it more, but it was cute that she thought she could teach him something. It was even cuter that she thought it would stick. He moved to her, and kissed her on her forehead. "Fine" He sighed.

She moved to his oversized kitchen and started to find items that they needed. Everything had been placed by others, either his interior designer, or the personal chefs who figured that another area made more sense. But the girl found everything fairly easy. So they were clearly in obvious spots. He leaned against the cluttered counter taking a good look around, almost like as if he was giving it a good look for the first time. Xantha then said his name, bringing his attention back to her. He pushed off the counter and moved to the packaged knives, and scissors. Entering the kitchen with the intent to make something, he felt much like a lost child, unsure what was going on. But he dutifully unpackaged the scissors, it wasn't too hard. But then there was the packaging the knives where in. Using the scissors he had just liberated, he started at it. After some time of working at it, they were still far from being freed, Emrys started to get a little mad at it. Why did they make it so hard!! He thought of his wand that was upstairs. He could absolutely destroy this stupid packaging with a few waves of the powerful stick. But alas, Xantha was a muggle, and it would be far to suspicious. He had half a mind to bite it, but his sharp fangs may be just as useless as the scissors he was fighting with. "Why do they make these so hard." He groaned as he continued to put more effort into the task he had been given.

After a little bit, the knives were free, and the plastic packaging was absolutely destroyed, cut into sharp, pieces.

@xantha

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He claimed it could be a bad thing, but she wasn't entirely convinced. To her, even if it didn't end up on a record, it was quite an honor that he'd let her hear it. He at least didn't worry about her trying to record something for money. She found that a disgusting thing people did as a performer anyway, as people that got their hands on the medium kind of cut into her pay check. The dance was supposed to be seen live on stage, not through a camera unless explicitly made for that purpose.

He said they'd have to see if the lyrics ended up matching and she nodded for a moment. "I'm no lyricist so I certainly can't help you on that. We both know my language tends to be on the rather foul side." She said with a chuckle. Most of the time she spoke just fine and decent but when she was in a bad mood she didn't exactly act like much of a lady. Her words got foul, at times her actions got worse. She'd never really been that much of a rule follower.

He said he could get fresh cupcakes anytime he wanted from a local bakery and she threw her head back laughing. "You are impossibly spoiled Emrys." She notified him, although she clearly wasn't bothered by that. "Nobody ever told you that anything tastes better if you made it yourself?" She asked him teasingly. It wasn't true, of course, unless you were a chef and even then it was questionable. She imagined a chef would like food prepared by another chef better for the sake they didn't have to work on it for a change. It was the idea of accomplishment that tasted better and for the more skilled people, the ability to make things specifically to their own liking. Xantha figured that the food Emrys got was catered to his liking regardless so that certainly wasn't going to be a thing for him. His lack of skill also made it highly unlikely that she'd be able to appreciate his own achievements in terms of accomplishment. In short, she'd fail in her attempt to teach him anything but it didn't stop her from trying.

Still he joined her rather easily and kissed her on the forehead. She felt at ease and had stopped second guessing herself around him after the camping trip. She felt, for possibly the first time, that she didn't need to worry about the end but just enjoy the moment while it lasted. It was a strange feeling, but one she could get used to. Or at least for a little while.

The most hilarious thing ever was watching Emrys struggle to unpack the knives. It was such a funny concept as his frustration above all else showed that he wasn't quite used to this. He'd probably never had the worse challenge of having scisors packaged the same way without a pair to actually unleash wrath upon the plastic. She held back some laughter, hiding her smiles in the various things she got ready. She put the pans ready and the cuttingboards as well as the ingredients that she wanted to use. A few dishes, if they were cooking either way. Cupcakes, of course, pasta bolognese and beef wellington. Those were the things she really wanted to try. She hadn't exactly tried a beef wellington before but well, she'd never really had access to the things she needed for that since leaving the parental home and she was keen to give it a go. Unlike him, she was forced to provide meal for herself every single day.

She couldn't help but giggle madly as he questioned why they made it so hard to unpack the knives. "They do that with scisors too, normally. We got lucky to have one packacked relatively easy." She informed him with a slightly smug smile on her face. "And the reason for that is two parts. One, people with sticky fingers will easily use either to rid certain objects of their price tags and security measures before putting them in their bags to take them home without paying. People like me, I might add." She admitted with a shrug. She'd never stolen from him of course, but she had stolen on occassion. Mostly to ensure she didn't starve. "The knives mostly, have the flipside of being able to double as a weapon, as you might remember." The stabbing she herself had experienced that he'd treated for her had been done with a simple kitchen knife after all. "If you pack them like that getting them out in order to threaten store personel becomes a little more challenging, so robbing them also means you need to bring your own supplies." She informed him ever so casually.

Then she took some of the knives and went over to the chopping boards. "Okay, could you do me the honours and cut the union for me? I'll be working on the tomatoes and the herbs for the pasta. I figured we could have that for lunch and I could try a beef wellington for dinner." She said. Naturally the cupcakes came inbetween everything else so they had them to snack on, rather than each other. Burning food was all too easy when one got distracted and the last thing she wanted was the first use of the kitchen to instantly end in a fire.

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The music that Emrys played while he thought was the kid that could go somewhere, or not. There were even times that he found himself strumming something he had previously published. He didn't play music around Xantha often, though he still didn't think it was anything big. He was a musician after all. Of course he knew how to play the guitar.. He could play a number of other instruments too. He had to be careful who he played around, some may try to steal what he did, and others would just record him to throw it up online somewhere. He was comfortable with Xantha, and was sure she wouldn't do anything to gain from him, she hadn't done anything yet. The tune may never get anywhere, it all depended if words came and matched what he was creating. The vampire hadn't been asking for help, but still, the girl said that she wouldn't be any. "Foul language isn't the issues, it's more about the flow of words." He said calmly. He had been writing music for quite some time now, it was a process, but still it seemed a natural one now. Nonetheless, he gave a little chuckle with her. He never asked for help on creating his own songs. The only time that he worked with another artist was for a collaboration, preferably approved by his manager Charlotta.

When she mentioned having fresh cupcakes all the time, he simply mentioned that he could whenever he wanted, and it was only one call away. It was the honest truth. But as a response, she mentioned how "impossibly spoiled" he was. To that, he beamed a fanged smile. She didn't seem to care, even though the words would seem potentially insulting, there didn't seem to be any of that in her voice. They definitely came from two different worlds. He frowned when she said that things tasted better if one made it themselves. "I don't believe that. The best meal I ever had was made by a Michelin Star chef. Had nothing on my mothers cooking when I was younger." Still, he didn't have any idea how to cook himself, but why did he need to when he could pay for a professional to make something so much better for him. She had to have known that what she said was false. If he tried to make something now, it would taste like utter crap, he knew that. The chefs he hired knew exactly how to cater to his liking, he did use the same ones after all.

It was funny that she was so determined to teach him some cooking skills, but nothing would stick. Though it was cute that she was so determined. But still, he set his guitar aside and joined her. He lived in the moment, his entire life was like that. Sure, there were things he didn't enjoy, but still did. Emrys had few worries because of that. He was completely himself in whatever moment he was in.

Trying to break the knives free form their captivity was a mess. Why did it have to be that hard? It wasn't as if muggles could just magic the packaging open like wizards could. Seeing as he was with a muggle, he couldn't spell the cutlery free. So, he struggled. And Xantha just watched. Well, she was pulling out other things, but still, she watched. He could hear and see the pleasurer she got from his battle with the packaging. She could have helped him! Through his frustration he questioned why they would make such a horrible system. She gave a good explanation. Sure, they made sense. But that didn't mean he had to like it. "It's still stupid." He gave a bit of a pout. She even mentioned that she was one of the people that was a thief. Though she had never taken anything form him, so none of that mattered.

He finally succeeded in liberating the knives, and she took one to one of the boards that that she had previously pulled out. She then asked him to cut up the onion, a strange almost spherical item with a dried outside, and what looked like roots or hairs coming out of an end. He knew what onions were, but it was strange seeing one whole. Past her request, everything else was blurred. He came up, looking at the strange root. After she finished talking he looked her dead in the eye, staring for a moment before bluntly stating "How would I do that?" He was a lost puppy, and had no idea which direction was up. She would need to give more than just, cut this thing up.

@xantha

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It wasn't about foul language but the flow of the words? Well, that hardly mattered as the flow of her words wasn't exactly all that smooth either. She could sing decently, if required, but certainly wasn't talented by any stretch of the imagination. It didn't sound bad, but it wasn't special. She couldn't hope to captivate an audience like he did. She'd noticed how absolutely captivating he could be, even if it was just one on one with her. She'd also noticed it in the few disarming moments when he didn't perform but simply played, rare as those moments were. There was something about him that made her be utterly lured by his charm and personality. That something, didn't have a name. "Well, I'm far better with my body than my words." She said with a bit of a smile. It was true after all. She was a dancer and it was what she did. She used her body to tell a story rather than her words.

He said he didn't believe her when she told him about the part where the best meal was prepared by ones own person. She laughed at that and shook her head slightly. "Don't worry, neither do I." She confessed. "However, I'd starve if I refused to cook for myself, so I learned to do so. At times I do enjoy it a lot when I pull of something that is rather nice." She shrugged for a moment, looking at the food around them. "I'm sure the meal will be quite disappointing to you, but nonetheless I shall enjoy it. It's been quite some time since I've had anything from the oven or furnace. I'm afraid most of my meals are improvised between a water cooker and a old dodgy microwave." She said with a careless laugh. He knew that she wasn't well of by any standard and had seen the absolute nightmareish hovel that she called home. It didn't stop him from seeing her and it meant she felt a little more comfortable with her poverty around him. He didn't try to fix it for her, nor did he judge her for it. That was really all she could ask.

Like a petulent little child, he still complained about the packaging, calling it stupid. She half agreed, but she could understand why it happened. She giggled at his pout, but tried to hide it. "Stupid or not, it's the way of the commoners." She said rather dramatically, and laughed amicably as she grabbed the utterly decimated leftovers of the packaging and threw it in the trash bin. He'd done a rather splendid job at the unpacking, really. She herself was perhaps more efficient but she also tended to cut herself on the sharp edges of the plastic when unpacking items such as the knives. She lacked the patience to make them easy to grab.

She'd expected him to start chopping the union in the most horrifyingly slow fashion, but she wasn't quite in a hurry. Lunch was still a short while away. Or well, his version of lunch, as she'd adjusted her schedule to his nocturnal routine for at least the day. She had not expected him to look at the union as if he'd never seen an union before and even less so for him to ask exactly how one needed to cut an union. She stared at him with a dumbfound expression for a good ten seconds before she even opened her mouth, but then realised she had no idea what to say. This was confusing. She blinked a few times and grabbed a second union (she could easily use that elsewhere) and put it on her own board. Then she handed him a knife and took one of her own, which she put next to the board. "Well, the dried bits around the outside are not something you want in your food." She told him, still disoriented by the fact he clearly was spoiled to the point he didn't even know how to chop anything. "So you'll want to peel that off." She told him, holding up her own union and stripping it of the brownish dry outside. "The same goes for the top and the bottom." She informed him as she chopped those off mercilessly.

She looked to the side, giving him ample time to repeat what she'd done on his own union. She grabbed a small bowl of sorts and put the stuff she wouldn't need in it. "Put all the trash in there. We'll throw it away later. I'm far too lazy to keep going back and forth to the bin." She informed him, although she half doubted if he was even aware where the bin was by now. Somehow it didn't seem totally impossible that he believed that the trash just magically removed itself from his appartment. She was reaching the point where nothing seemed too far fetched in just how spoiled rotten he really was. Oddly enough, it didn't bother her. The fact he humoured her this much as incredibly endearing to her. Besides, he never treated her differently for being poor, which was the most important thing to her. "Now the next part, depends on your union. If the outer layer is rather green, I usually remove it. I don't like those, they have a horrible texture." She halved her union and peeled off the outer layer of one half, which was rather on the green side. "But if they're more like this one, you don't need to do so. It's quite perfect." She told him as she showed him the other half of her own. "Then, you start chopping it into small pieces. I usually first cut it in slices and then chop it further but well, if you miraculously thing of a different technique you're willing to use it." She said with a bit of an amused smile. She showed him exactly how she did it, or at least the start of it, and waited for him to start for a moment. "Careful not to cut your fingers please. It's generally not considered edible if it has blood in it." She joked easily, knowing that his supposedly being a vampire might have him feel differently about it. Honestly, if such a thing were real she wondered if pasta carbonara with nearly raw egg could also have nearly uncooked blood mixed through for extra vampire flavour. She pulled a face at the thought, as it seemed just a little... off. Was she honestly thinking about cooking meals that might appeal to a fake vampire now?

@emrys

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Emrys loved to perform, and create music. His vampire voice didn't hurt either. In fact, if anything, it helped. He craved attention, and thrived off of it. It was easy to turn his charm on when around his fans. He never fully relaxed when in front of an audience. Even if his body language seemed laid back, he was still technically "on." He only fully relaxed around a small number of people. And Xantha had only recently become one of these people. She had mentioned that she was much better with her body, and to that, Emrys flashed her a suggestive and wicked grin, a rather normal look for him. "No argument's here." He said winking at her. Emrys was a musician through and through, but he knew how to dance, seeing as live performances were more than just him singing. He did what he did best, gave them a good show.

When mentioning that he hadn't believed her, and stated that professional chefs food would always be better, the girl stated that she didn't believe what she said either. Well, why did she say it then? But then she did talk a bit about her situation. He felt bad about it, but had a hard time finding the reality in that. He had never wanted for food. And now, if he want's to eat lobster, he can just pay for a chef to make it for him. He simply gave a shrug. "Well, I'm not opposed to your cooking." he stated a little sheepishly. He knew that she came from a different situation from him, and the closer he grew to her, the more he wanted to give her, but he also knew that she wouldn't take it. Maybe that was why he wanted to spoil her a little bit. Maybe he just wanted her to have some things he knew she would enjoy. There wasn't anything else to it. She was his friend, that was it. And as a friend, he knew that she didn't want his money, which he liked.

He just couldn't fathom why the complexity of the packaging. Again, had he been able to use magic, he wouldn't have had as much of an issue with it. Just because he understood the "why" of a thing, that didn't mean that Emrys would still like it, or stop complaining about it. Though Xantha did let out a giggle when he pouted about the packaging. He was set in his decision that it was stupid, and nothing would change his mind. He still pouted, but did say anything more about it. She had said that it was "the way of the commoners." Emrys thought of a few snarky responses, but he did chuckle a bit with her.

Xantha then moved everything over to the whole onion, telling him to cut it up. How was he supposed to do that? Maybe there was a spell for that? He understood why the knife was needed, but he still didn't understand what she wanted of him. Did she want the hair like roots? Did she actually want he crackly skin on the outside? Honestly, it looked a little unappetizing. Emrys knew that onion's were good, they were in a lot of great dishes, but he didn't know how to get from this whole onion to the desired product. He had asked her how exactly he was to cut it. The girl looked at him, mouth agape. It seemed as though she was at a loss for words. But what did she expect? It took her a few moments to figure out how she was going to answer his question. See, it wasn't all that easy after all. Then, she created a set up that was much like the one before him. He took the knife that she handed him. It seemed as though She started mentioning that the brown dry crispy layer wasn't something you wanted, and so he tried to follow suit, setting down the knife and struggling to strip the thin cracking layer. He also did as she did, chopping the ends off. It took him time to repeat, but seeing her do it made it easier to understand how to do it himself. Though, his didn't look as nice as hers. Cutting a round object wasn't easy.

She discarded the pieces she had separated into a bowl, telling him to put the trash in there. He silently did as told. Having a bowl made sense. He silently did as she told him. He felt quite lost, and was so far out of his comfort zone. It seemed as though he had lost all his charm and enchanting attitude. The moment that she started to go in to the "if, then's" about the onions. But all of that simply went over his head. It meant nothing to him. He simply did what she did, cutting it in half and peeled away the first layer. The pealing was easier than he anticipated. Though he wasn't sure why his eyes had started to sting. She was talking about if it was one way, you didn't have to peal the outer layer, but he didn't bother checking, and just discarded the outer layer of both halves. Xantha then started to slice it, even explaining that if he thought of a different way, he could do it. That was far to much for him right now. "Uh, ok." He stumbled, his eyes growing more and more watered. He started to slice it, it was nowhere as nice as the girls, it also wasn't as thin either. He looked a little nervous as he continued to cut, the pieces getting bigger. "Blood is the least of my concerns." He finally stated. He was a vampire after all, though he didn't want to risk Xantha drinking any of his blood. That would be bad. Emrys focused on his task, cutting the item as she instructed, though it didn't look all that good. Once he finished slicing both halves he looked at her. "Is that it?" He hoped it was, but sadly realized that it probably wouldn't be.

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