After being exposed to cooking shows, the vampire became obsessed with baking. Forever creating dozens of treats that he couldn’t eat, he was constantly giving them away. Eventually, I asked him why he did it.
“Baking is a very human thing,” he said sadly. “And after centuries of not eating, the smell of fresh bread is almost enough.”
“Did you know that blood can be substituted as a binding agent in place of eggs?” I asked.
He was silent for a long time. “I did not.”
The vampire still baked after that, but nobody ate what he brought to share.

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