Well, at least you're spared a uniform diet. Blood alone sounds like it could become rather dull.

[But interesting, that a technically-dead entity could still consume things, even if Irhya couldn't get nourishment from it.

At least his appreciation for theatre was more than just pretense. Sure, he allowed- even obliquely encouraged- radical or even politically-critical productions because of the destabilizing effect it would have on Garlemald, but that was more a pleasant coincidence. A practical effort that he could take some kind of diversion from.

Though he does look askance at Irhya's offering for a moment, in the end he shrugs, taking her proffered gift.]

They're not my preferred flavor, but since you're offering.

[Free food is free food, and it was a polite gesture.]