Food and drinks are both tastier if they look the part. When you grow up poor, you don't exactly have the luxury of it looking all nice -- even if it looks like slop, smells like trash, tastes like death, you have to eat it if you want to survive. I don't wanna just survive, I like living.

[ Twisting around the little cocktail umbrella in hers. She's curious about that nostalgia -- she's sure Blade has his own secrets and his past, and it's almost kind of funny. Cold on the outside, but this little hint of warmth. Rodya on the other hand, as she talks, it feels oddly cold and muted like a dead winter. ]

I like having a nice bed to sleep in, steak dinners, at some place high brow. I like gambling, 'cause the risk-benefit is also fun. And I like doing it with people I like.