The Simi gots some barbecue sauce in her bag. It kind of looks like blood if you squint at it the right way. And it don't coagulate between your teeth like blood or give you them funky burps, not to mention it tastes a lot better too. Especially over that type A stuff. Bleh! I'd rather eat my shoes. But that O-flavored blood…yum! {She straightened and held one finger up in a gesture that strangely reminded him of Smokey the Bear.} And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin. {Simi}
The Simi carries a container of barbecue sauce that resembles blood at a glance, though it doesn’t have the same unpleasant qualities as real blood, such as the texture or taste. She clearly finds barbecue sauce much more enjoyable, especially compared to the taste of certain blood types, which she finds revolting. The contrast between the flavors highlights her preference and whimsy.
In her playful manner, Simi elevates her love for...
