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Drac's suite at the Hotel, Sunday, after dusk

Owning a hotel full of monsters with varying personal needs meant he was on call 24-hours a day. But while Drac was used to being awake at odd hours, he'd always tried to keep a proper personal dining schedule for Mavis' sake; both Martha and he had agreed that gathering together as a family, at least at the table, was important in the development of a child.

And that schedule said that at this early hour all good and proper little vampires were either asleep or just waking up to breakfast. But since the island they'd moved to was operating on daylight hours, besides insisting that Mavis join him for meals at least once a week, Drac was slowly trying to adjust their meal times to match the islanders. Hence this confused mix of a meal before him.

The lights were out and the table was set with candles. Normal for any meal. The goblets were filled with NearBlood (with lots of ~~pulp~~ added plasma, since someone was still a growing vampire). Normal for the hour. The platters were piled high with wormcakes, omelettes, lizard and screamcheese sandwiches, fried scorpions, mouse jelly, and other foods that weren't really breakfast or lunch. Not normal at all.

Not. Normal.

Drac placed another wormcake on his plate and reached for the syrup with a small OCD-heavy sigh. Well... Maybe if he considered it brunch?

"So, Mouse. Tell me. How are you doing in classes? Are you making friends?"

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Forgive Mavis if she went straight for the screamcheese, because mmmmmmmm.

"Illuff..." Manners. Mavis. Manners. "Sorry. I love my classes! The ethics of food one had fried tarantulas!"

As penance for the lapse in table manners, she was being all kind and stuff and not jumping right into the unbelievably exciting elephant in the crypt whose species name started with H.

That was very kind of her. Especially since Drac was trying so very hard to ignore it.

"That sounds delicious, But 'Ethics of Food'? What does that mean?" He frowned, trying to put that together with his idea of what Mavis' future was going to be. "Is it a cooking class?"

"I think it's more a tasting class. And a talking about food class," she explained. "What do we think it's okay to eat and what's not? Like the way we could drink human blood but we don't." Mavis lifted her glass of NearBlood.

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Ahh! He nodded. "That's a good skill to learn. Perhaps you can help Quasimodo with the menus when we return to the hotel. Some of his recipes are rather... unique tastes." Drac had taken to reviewing the menus and supply orders personally in order to avoid serving guests, well, fellow guests.

"And your other classes?" He frowned a moment. "Which reminds me, I am going to have to change my own." You may be drafted to help make slides, Mavis.

Well, since he had mentioned the woolly mammoth... sort of...

"Because of all the humans?" Another good class for Mavis would be How To Not Look Unbearably Excited 101. Pity she'd fail it. Repeatedly.

SIGH. How can she look so excited when she could be murdered in her coffin?

Well, she could if he wasn't, you know, constantly checking in on her via her room's doorknocker.

"Yes. Because of all the humans." He waved a hand, the one not rubbing his forehead. "I can't teach human children all the ways that their kind are learning to destroy us. That would defeat the purpose of the class."

"Nobody's tried to bite my toes yet, Dad," Mavis said helpfully. "Or take my candy." Granted, only Anna had access to it, and she was neither human nor -- as far as Mavis knew -- able to eat it, and if she could, her roommate would be totally welcome to all the skullypops she liked.

"Or shove garlic at you?" Look, he knew the others were childish versions of the threats Humans made against their kind, but the garlic thing? That was a real allergy!

"Doctor Lecter didn't." Granted, she'd assumed at the time that he was a monster who just looked human, but now, who knew? Which was way too exciting on its own, the idea that sometimes you just couldn't tell and would have to get to know people to find out. "He specifically asked about any allergies because he didn't want to poison us."

"That was very considerate of him! I shall have to stop in and thank him for that." Unless it was a trick and he was trying to discover the easiest way to murder her and any of the other Monster children!

Drac stabbed one of the worms trying to escape his plate. "Still you must be very careful to ask when you don't know who prepared your food."

"This, Doctor Lector," (didn't that name just roll well with his accent?) "Did he have both humans and monsters in his class?"

Mavis thought back to the other students -- again, it was something she had to reconsider, since her assumptions at the time could have been completely wrong. "Everybody was in human form, so I don't know. Except, oh, that--" ...doofily cute... "--boy Stiles was there! So I guess yes."

"Ah yes. He seems very harmless." Since Drac couldn't read narrative.

Drac's eyes were thoughtful as he chewed. "Maybe I can speak to Doctor Lector about how he altered his lectures to address the humans attending them. Or perhaps that young Miss Pinkie. Though I can't believe she's teaching."

He reached for his goblet, swirling the liquid thoughtfully. "I have an idea, but I'm not sure it isn't already being taught."

Mavis set her glass down and daintily dabbed the red away from her lips. "What is it? I looked over all the classes a lot while I was picking mine, so I can probably tell you."

He took a moment to take fatherly pride in his daughter, then waved a hand. A bit of purple mist rose from it and flew across the room. "It came to me after speaking with young Ms Darkholme. Perhaps instead of teaching about how humans are trying to kill us..."

The purple mist brought a small book to hover above his head, then opened it and flipped the pages. "I could teach how they are simply wrong in their assumptions about us. Attempt to dispel some of the misinformation and paranoia before it gets too far and more monsters are harmed or afraid."

"And they could talk about where we get it wrong too! Like the toe-sucking thing."

Um.

Mavis nodded enthusiastically. "That's a good idea. Maybe the kids like Raven would feel better about being themselves in class, then."

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He frowned. "The toe thing is real." No it wasn't, but she wasn't old enough to know that. No. Not even at a hundred and fifteen. GLAAAAARE.

He coughed and waved the book to his hand. "But yes. I mean, really. Listen to this book on vampires that I found. So much wrong information. I don't know where they get it:

[H]e eat not as others. Even friend Jonathan, who lived with him for weeks, did never see him eat, never!"

Drac gave the table full of delicious food a droll look. "Yes. Well. It goes on to say that apparently we have no shadows... No reflections (well that's true), [h]e have still the aids of necromancy, which is, as his etymology imply, the divination by the dead, and all the dead that he can come nigh to are for him at command."

That got the book another eyeroll. "As if it's hard to order zombies around, once you've agreed to the union dues."

He flipped a few pages. "And apparently we can control the weather and transform into a mist or a wolf as well as a bat. Have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous, my little blood orange?" He lowered the book to smile at Mavis. "A vampire that changes into a wolf?!"

[Drac is reading from Bram Stoker's Dracula.]

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"Wow, that's terrible English." Mavis considered the list. "I can see where they might get the mist from; there's all the purple swirlies when we batshift." She demonstrated same, like he wouldn't know what she was talking about. "But wolves? Ser-i-uhhhhhh-rooooo?"

Wait. That was terrible English too.

She tried to say What the guano? but what came out was "Aroooooo? Rrrruff!"

UM. NOT A BAT. WHAT THE GUANO INDEED.

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The book dropped from Drac's hands as he stared.

Okay. Okay. Control yourself, Drac.

DO NOT PANIC!

"Mavis, honey guts? That's not a bat."

"Rrrrf rrrrruff!" Gee, thanks for pointing that out, Dad.

Great, she couldn't even speak normally, like their werewolf friends. She sounded just like Wayne and Wanda's kids before they were old enough to shift, or like the real wolves who hung out in the forest around the castle did.

She did! And despite what the book said, Dracula couldn't speak actual wolf.

"Mavis?!"

Okay, now there was some panic creeping into his voice. He took a moment and counted to 10... okay, three.

"Mavis, change back immediately, please?"

Because she hadn't thought of that already?

Still, Mavis squinted blue wolf eyes shut and waited for the swirl of purple magic to surround her.

And waited.

And opened blue wolf eyes again, shaking her head. "Arooo."

At least she could still understand him?

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