[ katherine likes to consider herself to have a very particular appetite. she likes to drink from the vein and occasionally dine out on the good foods she once enjoyed. she stays far away from home-cooked meals and big buffets as they remind her of her mother, but she otherwise gravitates toward finger food. what stefan's brought her sits somewhere in the middle, and though katherine's obviously eaten during her long, long lifetime, she hasn't exactly done so to enjoy herself. it's always been to look the part of the dainty, human girl. ]
[ besides, she tried junk food once. it didn't survive the night. ]
[ picking up her glass, she drains it. she thinks to tell him he should be worried she will bite, but forgoes it. for once, the reminder of her sharpness doesn't fit. instead, she wishes to be soft, much like that girl from 1864. so she decides to go for an exchange, placing her glass on the blanket to free up her hand. she picks something out of the basket, making a show of it, and finds herself holding between her fingers a delicate baked good. ] I promise. [ and she does as she has promised, taking a bite out of it. now there's no excuse for him not to enjoy his food. ]
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[ besides, she tried junk food once. it didn't survive the night. ]
[ picking up her glass, she drains it. she thinks to tell him he should be worried she will bite, but forgoes it. for once, the reminder of her sharpness doesn't fit. instead, she wishes to be soft, much like that girl from 1864. so she decides to go for an exchange, placing her glass on the blanket to free up her hand. she picks something out of the basket, making a show of it, and finds herself holding between her fingers a delicate baked good. ] I promise. [ and she does as she has promised, taking a bite out of it. now there's no excuse for him not to enjoy his food. ]