"Oh, come on, Spike, just try it."

"Eat your food, Nibblet."

"Help me." She poked a long, strangely shaped potato at him.

"Don't need to." Shrugging, he lit another cigarette. "We Vampires don't need to eat 'cept blood."

"Don't need to," she repeated, making a mimicking face, "but you enjoy it! Come on. Just try it! You'd like it! You like onion rings."

"Those fried onions are pretty good."

"And so are French fries. They're just fried potatoes."

"You don't fry a potato, or dip it in fake blood."

She laughed. "It's ketchup, Spike!" She grinned as he finally ate one.

The End