[Juneberry]

A laugh escaped her. "Oh hush, you think I'm one of those completely science based girls now? I'm a cook. I know when something's strange in food, and I've gotten used to stranger people coming up to me than a vampire, sir." A smile was on her face. "I've met various people who weren't, well, people since I was younger. To be honest, I only half believed them, but I've gotten pretty used to it."

She sighed, pulling up her sleeve to lift her wrist. "However, if you don't mind my wrist instead of my neck, I'd appreciate it. I get cut a lot on my wrists and arms, so can have an excuse if anyone notices the mark." Of course, most of the time those marks were her own- she'd had many depressive phases where self-harm had been her first thought of salvation. However, she was fine with his request. "I'm used to getting hurt a little bit. So don't worry so much about whether it'll hurt me. I'll admit it's a strange and sudden request since I don't know your name even- normally I assume you'd at least tell me your name first or just not ask in the first place. But... It's fine in general."