[There's blood in it, so it is perfectly edible for a vampire. Anderson always uses enough to leave the batter faintly pink, and the finished product retains that colour even through the application of the sugar.
The ones he made for himself are, of course, the inviting brown that they should be, and he dips one in cinnamon sugar and pops it into his mouth before responding to Rip.]
Good, because that - [He tilts his head to the oven.] Won't be done for at least an hour.
[Scooping out the rest of the zeppole, he gives them a shake in the cinnamon sugar and transfers them to plates. One pile for himself, one pile for Rip. Rip's is noticeably larger; this is meant to be an olive branch, after all. Or at least part of one.]
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Date: 2019-06-18 05:34 am (UTC)From:The ones he made for himself are, of course, the inviting brown that they should be, and he dips one in cinnamon sugar and pops it into his mouth before responding to Rip.]
Good, because that - [He tilts his head to the oven.] Won't be done for at least an hour.
[Scooping out the rest of the zeppole, he gives them a shake in the cinnamon sugar and transfers them to plates. One pile for himself, one pile for Rip. Rip's is noticeably larger; this is meant to be an olive branch, after all. Or at least part of one.]