[The nervous laughter makes Edgar raise his brows up slightly in amusement. The bowl full of cold human blood is nasty just like they had established -- but to Edgar only in abstract sense. He had almost forgotten how nervous and sensitive humans could be about these things.]

Again, I'm not sure. All I can hope that they don't get mad to me for taking their roses. [Which he honestly doubts, seeing that the flowers were conveniently placed close to the blood. They're clearly intended for him.]

Salad's not quite what I had in mind. Jam and soup, however? Those are foods from my home village.