"Maybe freezing it and make blood ice cream? I would totally have some of that." And it kind of sounds like an awesome idea, as long as you're a vampire of course.

Ella shrugs. "I don't know Mason, it's a fancy bar." They reach the bar and Ella waves a bartender as she tries to mask her insecurity; she never was a party girl, and the fangs haven't made her any less of a study driven, book loving kind of person. "Do you have blood in like, flavors?"

The guy stares at her, clearly unimpressed at this newbie vampire, and then at Mason, perhaps a bit more appreciatively. He then nods.

"Well then," Ella says as she turns to Mason. "What flavor?"