by the hair of my chinny chin chin // pig roast

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

At the smell of smoke, Alexandre found themselves wandering closer. Dark paw after dark paw, they sunk closer to the grassy floor of the island before emerging out of the underbrush and onto the sand. Orange eyes caught a glimpse of the scene, dropping any concern they had. A failed cook... Not for long though. As the vampire arrived, the first spark of flames could be seen from afar. The warm hues outlined the logs and caressed the pig's edge, providing a nice light on Rosemary's silhouette in following. The sight, although originally shameful, had become one of triumph.

They redirected their body to come up next to their close friend, Rosemary, and sit down with a sigh. For a moment, Alexandre watched the fire dance before turning towards her. "Smells... delicious," came their remark. Somewhat serious, somewhat saddened. If left partially uncooked, maybe the vampiric feline could indulge, but it appeared like the other was going to fully cook for the rest of The Typhoon's rowdy diets. Even so, they were still going to try to consume a bit. For Rosemary.

Noting that they needed to work on consuming other things, such as a vegetarian diet, now that their diet was fulfilled, Alexandre continued on. They tried to lighten up a bit. "Rosemary, dear, do you plan on eating all of this?" came their sarcastic tone.