"My what?"

The only ghouls that Chiasa's familiar with are the ones that run around every Halloween leaving crap in a bag on her doorstep because she doesn't give out candy. Who said vampires have to like Halloween anyway?

"Do you mean like a donor? Then no. I haven't had any fresh blood since I got here, and it's been over a month."

Is she pouting? Maybe a little, and as soon as she realizes it she stops.