xenophonrising:

where Lestat, Louis, and Claudia are walking through the streets, and Lestat is saying how much he wants a Creole to feed on. The following exchange then takes place:

Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?

Lestat: Their Democratic flavor doesn’t suit my palate, Louis.

As someone who was born and lived a good chunk of my childhood in Cambridge, Massachusetts (rather close to Boston), I blinked in surprise.

I was not aware we had a distinct flavor.

OH BUT WE DO.

I think Lestat’s deal is that he has the Mind Gift, and he can *see* his victim’s thoughts (a short reel of their lives, typically showing all the evil scenes prominently, as he targets evildoers) as he kills them. Perhaps as he drains them he can see that the evil they did may have been justified in some way by being Democrats? I don’t really know the political idealogy of immigrants to NOLA in the mid-19th century 😛 

His comment was probably more to demonstrate that NOLA was getting gentrified and cleaned up, and the hipsters of that time were taking over, and Old Man Lestat was whinging about how they were ruining the character of the place and that they should get off his lawn, those damned kids!!!

Plus, it’s also kinda hilarious when you remember that Louis had such an enormous struggle killing people before, and now he’s fine with it, and even being totally fine with discussing taste and palette of kills!

Louis saying he wouldn’t “recommend” rats to Claudia, as if he were discussing any perfectly normal food-related topic with his daughter

(´∀｀)