[ Hob will feel a tap to his shoulder a few hours into the night, and should he turn he'll find a tall martini glass of something pale green with a sprinkling of chocolate curls on top being shoved in his direction. ]

Here, mon ami. I've seen you always with some drink or other in your hand, I want to know what you think of this one. The smell alone, it makes my eyes water.

[ It's a grasshopper. Lestat doesn't know if he'd like mint but his more-powerful-than-is-typical senses certainly don't. ]