Vlad was trying to juggle his plate, silver (it was safe - that’s werewolf stuff), napkin, and goblet as he made his way around the buffet table. Victoria, hosting the Crypt Warming Party, watched as he struggled.
“Vlad, vat are you doing? Vy don’t you set that down on your coffin, then come back for the buffet?”
“Ah, Victoria, my dear. If only I could become a bat and fly it over. Walking back and forth is too much like a ghost haunting a cemetery.”
“And are you having a ball?”
“Yes, next month for Halloween. *chuckle* Yes, I’m enjoying myself.”
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