She gives one of her feet a slight sudden twitchy shuffle, shifting the toe of the boots, making it a little interesting but so grand a movement it's too startling.

"I was dead for twelve years... and a hundred years or so on top of that. You have no idea how much I missed food."

The vaugely conflict between her past self and her current life however are causing some interesting food drama at home. What to do when one of your selves is known for her homemade Snakewine and the other is a vegan?

"Wade... we have a bit of a ridiculous story. We met because he has a thing for redheads and we hit it off. He was safe for me to feed from when I was especially dangerous. We both went through some relationship stuff and at one point I wanted to murder him--and tried. But through it all whenever I had a crisis, he was there for me, and figured out a way to keep me alive. Or... in existence. After a while we just sort of hooked up."

There's a faint smile while she talks about her husband. A genuine fondness despite the insanity and whatever annoying habits he might possess.

"He can be a bit.. intense, but he's a good man at heart."