Dialogue Color Code: #5FC401
The genie chuckled at her question. It was a valid one since he'd often wondered if werewolves and vampires ate human food. "Yeah, I do." He replied, hoping she had asked because she was going to feed him. Once hearing his reply, Azalea turned around and walked down the stairs into the rest of the house.
Bryson followed but took his time, taking in the surroundings that had changed so much over the past years. There were more pictures on the walls along the staircase and in each one he found the eyes of his old friend Azalea in a body of a much older woman. It made him sad because the two of them had been so close. Everyone gets old, though. Everyone except for him. There was another familiar face along the pictures, though. It was this younger Azalea that he could hear getting into the refrigerator downstairs. She was in almost all of the pictures with toothless grins, awkward middle school ages, and driving for what looked to be the first time. A small smile turned the corner of Bryson's mouth up. He loved seeing people's past and trying to imagine what that must have been like. He'd spent almost 3 times what his life span should have been in a lamp.
After he looked over all the pictures and finally made it down into the kitchen, he saw Azalea sitting on the counter. He hobbled over to what he had known to be a pantry and opened it, finding little food there. "So, what do you have to eat? I'm starving." He shut the pantry door and went to lean against the counter the girl was sitting on.