Heather was too distracted by the maddening smells coming from the pizza boxes to give Maurice her customary 'don't overdo it' glance when he tipped back the alcohol-- but then again, after what happened tonight, he probably needed it. She didn't know a lot about how vampires healed, only that it apparently happened somehow and that he might as well try to deaden the pain while it did.

Once the boxes were set down, she was already tugging one open, tugging out a big gooey slice.

It was already in her mouth when she replied: "We eaff 't."

So good.