Jono watched her with something that was very nearly a keen interest as she went about dabbing cherry juice over her face, not entirely certain what in the world it was she was getting at until she made her announcement. And then, he really couldn't help it, he chuckled, shaking his head.

"You know, my family has a bit of an unpleasant history with Dracula? My Great-Granddad would tell me stories."

This called for him reaching his spoon out, complete with a dollop of sprinkly whipped cream, aiming to leave a blob of it on the end of her nose. Because.