I asked Edythe, “You do realize that for humans dirt still has nutrients the body can and does use? It just fails to be an efficient way to get nutrients, and it tends to open humans up to all kinds of illnesses.”
“And if there was something morally wrong with eating normal food. Would you find it... acceptible, to eat dirt as your sole source of nutrients?”
“No but that isn’t my point.” I stopped to brainstorm the best way to explain myself.
Edythe was mildly annoyed, but still curious what was in my head. “That you have a soul. That your body is more biological than some sort of majik... or necromancy.”
Edythe looks puzzeled, “necromancy?”
“It’s a term in fantasy fiction for a majik user who specializes in death majik... such as raising the dead, making zombies, et cetera.”
That seemed to quiet Edythe’s annoyance for now. “Anyhow. The primary proof your body is biological is the fact you are able to keep that peice of pizza down at all. If it was pure majik, you would be throwing up even that small bite.”
It was the first time Edythe looked actually impressed with my knowledge and logical reasoning. “That does make a certain amount of since, however I am unsure whether eating food would ultimately assauge our thirst more than animal blood... The mere idea seems unappealing.”
I reply, “Ok, but how do normal vampires react to the idea of subsisting off of animal blood, before their eyes turn gold like yours.”
Edythe seems again impressed but this time it seemed she was focusing on my observation of eye color. “I am sorry, I seem to have a bad habit of underestimating your intelligence and reasoning. Please understand insulting you is the absolute against what is of want by me.”
This idea was already assauged by my own reasoning days prior. “It is ok, I imagine the other boys in this cafeteria react exactly like you expect. Being unable to read the mind of mine, creates and ignorance that your subconscious naturally tries to solve by inferring the behavior of others upon me.”
Again, Edythe smiles warmly at Beau. “Your mother is right, you seemingly did start life at thirty-five going on middle age. Even most men would still find my assumptions insulting even with them agreeing with your reasoning. It is a normal part of the male ego.”
“Wha-What?” Beau asks Edythe.
“The depths of my feelings for you scare me. So please realize my remark is purely academic in nature. Males tend to be a lot more competative. That is why they tend to feel more compelled to compete against other males... there is probably some Darwinism reason for that, but I am very glade you are different. I find the sterotypical mindset of most men to be extremely boring and unappealing.”
