User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171231015038

In the brief moment Armata has looked away, when he turns back to look at Adelaide, she is holding a small mirror and inspecting her lower lip for some impossibly small---or imagined---imperfecttion.

"Question?  Oh, no, darling.  Not at all." She returns her attention to him and palms the small mirror, waving her fingers as her magic tucks it away into some unseen pocket dimension with a tiny puff of pink smoke and folds her hands as she had them previously.

"One gains more appreciation for the condition of the land as a whole through its comestibles." She waves a hand. "Such as fine wine, or perhaps a good cheese.  A wine that is too sweet may show the vintner in a bad way for a season, having to sell what stock he has for a particular year because his finances have dwindled and he must return to the black, as it were, by selling.  Or a cheese, softer than it should be, for the yeast used to ferment it was gained from a bountiful harvest of grain that was so plentiful, it yielded a yeast more potent than the year previous."

"It is merely a hobby of mine, darling.  To read the tastes of a meal like a diary of those whose lives are dedicated to creating them.  Akin, if you will, to discovering a man's taste in liqueur without having to kiss him first." She flashes her smile.