"Take my advice," said Heiji, sitting down unceremoniously next to Faolan with a crinkly paper bag and a thermos.

"Go bag yourself a nice vampire or two. Or go out and get yourself a nice BLT, heavy on the B." He'd been feeling that itch himself, and had been contenting himself with small satisfactions just to stave off the craving.

No one ask him about the chickens.