To Bill’s surprise, they ended up at the food court in the mall. He shouldn’t be surprised, at all though, he thought to himself as he realized that David likely wasn’t very familiar with eateries in the city. It was a good bet the food court had Greek, though…or at least something that resembled it.
He had been to the mall quite a few times, mostly window shopping for clothes he could barely afford, if at all. He knew the general direction of the food court, though he tended to abstain from eating there unless there was little other choice. Still, he allowed David to guide him, loving the feel of the hand on his back. It certainly didn’t feel overbearing in the slightest to him, especially given what David was.
They parted ways for a few minutes as Bill went up to the counter to get a greek salad and piece of baklava, something light yet delicious that still conformed to his vegetarian diet. The smell of the slowly turning lamb meat for the gyros made his stomach turn briefly before he received his food and was walking back towards David, a smile alight on his face.
“Thanks,” he beamed at David, sliding into the offered chair as he set his tray down on the table.
He, too, took off his jacket, draping it over an empty chair before he answered. His hair was quite simply a lost cause, though he had managed to make it not so flat before they came in. He glanced down at the salad, full of iceberg lettuce that barely retained any green color, a smattering of cheese, olives and banana peppers thrown carelessly on top, tomato wedges on the side. It wasn’t bad, especially when compared to the salad he had eaten for lunch earlier.
Bill was a few pounds underweight, he knew, mostly due to a high metabolism that seems to be able to handle anything he threw its way. Despite that, though, he tried to eat healthy foods as opposed to MSG-laden articles that could make his blood unsavory, not to mention the unease the thought of eating chemically-enhanced food gave him. Salad was about as healthy as he was going to get in this food court, he knew, aside from the delicious baklava.
“Yeah,” he answered with a smile, opening the dressing packet to drizzle just a bit into the salad and stirring it around. “Thanks…it’s probably better than anything I could get at home.”
Read: ramen. He had a tendency to cook the noodles, seasoning them with his own spices instead of the small meat-flavored packets full of salt and other crap his body didn’t really need. There was probably a bit of eggplant lasagna or frozen black bean burgers left over, but they didn’t particularly sound appetizing at the moment. Should he even bother explaining his food choices to David? He doubted the vampire would care. On the other hand…he very well might care after all. Emil would probably care, but then Emil was practically human, in Bill’s opinion…he certainly didn’t act like a vampire.
“I don’t eat meat,” he explained, taking a bite of his salad and chewing it completely before continuing. “So my choices are a bit limited almost everywhere I go…Greek cuisine is very accommodating to that, generally speaking. Aside from the gyros, of course.”
He wrinkled his nose slightly at the thought. He had already gone through the research to ensure that the large blob rotating on a stick was in fact meat, however must it looked like something else instead. Now what kind of meat it was, especially in the shopping center food court, was still a valid question.
