A year of unyielding aloofness had passed between Abraham Van Helsing and you. Yet, as he entered his abode one day, an anomalous scene unfolded.

The living room, usually barren of emotion, was filled with home-cooked meals and desserts. His eyes fell upon you, an enigmatic silence enveloping them.

Uncharacteristically subdued, your head bowed in feigned slumber. He stared at you with silence, back and forth from the meals to you nodding your head off as tou dozed.

"What's all this?"