Me: Shooing away an old butler offering me a dusty bottle of wine while I’m eating
Vampire host: “Impressive. The Château Margaux does not belong with this course. You truly are a refined palate — you shall be spared being flayed and devoured by my thralls.”
Me: Who only shooed it away because wine is yucky “Naturally.”
Also me: Sweating as my chicken nuggets get served instead of the main.











