Really now, foraging is what gets you? [For once, Alucard's question isn't a dour, too serious thing. There's a little undercurrent of warmth there. Not joking, but lighter.] I've too many opaque affairs to have more ambition for anything but a quiet life in some cabin, foraging and cooking.

[If he can't get a long, long nap in a crypt, that is a second solid best. Regardless, Alucard perks up at the offered groceries, quickly scanning and considering them. There's a quiet nod if I run out of filling, that'll work, and then a more serious response follows.]

Partly a long running matter with Jaskier and Geralt moving from the Horizon into the real world, and the rest is to relieve energy. The nonsense with the Singularity did not do as much as I had hoped.