[ What an image. Ciri bursts out laughing, shaking her head in wonder at this exceedingly odd, domestic vampire. She is absolutely imagining him in a little apron and kerchief wandering around putting mushrooms in his basket to bring home. It's... charming? Maybe? It's bizarre, but to each their own. ]

Was that today? Hm.

It hardly matters. I wasn't using the kitchen in any case. Help yourself. In fact, I've just brought some more vegetables.

[ Ciri picks the bag back up and brings it over, revealing some potatoes and onions, staples that are easy to grab at market pretty much whenever. ]

I understand your cemetery hasn't got an oven, but is there a reason you're here making enough pierogi to feed a whole family of strapping lads?