week five - monday

[sating]

[ Considering Sara has had something of an unlucky time this past week, Hannibal (and possibly Will) have taken it upon themselves to at least try and cheer her up. For Hannibal, this of course means food, which he's been busily cooking for a while. For Will, this means alcohol, which is already set at the table for the two of them. They might have been waiting for a while, but at least Hannibal doesn't exactly frown on their bad habits. Too much. He can hardly judge when he's been in the kitchen for most of the day...

But eventually, he'll come out with plates balanced on his arms, and set an elegant, beautiful, and absolutely delicious smelling plate out for each of them. ]

Veal osso bucco alla Milanese, pate with dates and nutmeg mustard, and a side salad of prosciutto, Camembert and fig.

[ He nods with a warm smile, since he's actually quite glad to have cooked something for an occasion. Hannibal takes a seat, then motions for them to begin. ]

I hope you enjoy it.

[ ...of course, their liquid appetizers may mean they don't quite fully appreciate Hannibal's pretentiousness. He's at least used to it. ]

Comments

[sweats]

[ Look, if there's one other person in this town that appreciates booze like Will does -- it's Sara. This is part of why he took a while to move out, she was a good person and he really did appreciate the company. He considered them friendly, if not yet friends. Still, needs must and Hannibal's the only person really equipped to deal with Will on a 24/7 basis.

Then there was Ezio who, uh, Will sort of knew was a killer but he didn't think the guy would do this. Letting Higekiri take the fall, then making Sara kill him and acting like it was nothing by flirting with her? Even Will, with his abhorrent manners, found it tasteless. There wasn't anything he could do about it though, enough problems to deal with and an inability to feign sympathy.

But he supposes ridding Sara of the burden is a step in the right direction, even if she is left in a bit of a bind. He requested high quality alcohol for this, finely aged whiskey that was smooth to taste and left a satisfying burn. Sharing it with Sara was the right thing to do, not to get them too drunk but to leave a nice buzz.

When Hannibal arrives, there's a small smile at the corner of Will's mouth from the alcohol and a slight flush to his face. His eyebrows raise and he feels his stomach grumble -- the only thing in there being the whiskey. ]

You requested veal from the Sheriff? [ -- ah. ] For the execution.

[alcobrawlic]

[ She's honestly done her best not to be grumpy, considering this whole weekend, and Sara likes to think that her best was actually pretty darn good. She's got most of the frustration out of her system. She's got whiskey in it now, and it's actually really good whiskey, which surprises her. And as awkward as it is to be having dinner with her former roommate and his husband-who-wasn't-married-to-him, she's never going to turn down free food and okay company.

And booze, but for the most part, she seems largely sober. ]

... I'm not exactly sure what you just said, but it looks amazing!

[sating]

Of course. I considered preparing a Florentine dish, but none I could think of worked well with veal.

[ He nods to Sara, a smile tugging at the corner of his eyes as he picks up the wine bottle to pour himself a glass. He's not a drinker, or certainly not like the two of them, but he tends to take wine with his meals. ]

I hope you enjoy it, Sara. It's always a pleasure to have friends for dinner. [ He sets the wine bottle back down once it's poured, then picks up his own knife and fork. ] I hope that it is pleasing to the palate as it is to the eye.

[sweats]

[ What the hell, Hannibal. ]

That's kind of macabre -- [ And that's when usually, anyone else, would use a pet name but Will doesn't actually know any pet names that aren't stupid (why is he considering "hot lips") so he just sort of looks constipated for a moment and takes another sip of whiskey.

But then he'll pick up his knife and fork when they're all settled and getting to cutting himself a piece of the veal, popping it into his mouth and letting his eyes close with a slight huff, terribly satisfied. ]

The meat is good, fresh. I wonder if the Sheriff butchered it himself. [ Will, shut the fuck up. ] Your -- [ should he... compliment? ] Talented hands continue to be talented, [ AGAIN, PET NAME HELL. ] dear.

[ HE HATES HIS ENTIRE LIFE ]

[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara's making an enthusiastic noise, because of course she's already eating and she may be feisty, but she knows manners involve chewing with your mouth closed and not trying to talk. She'll even take a sip of whiskey--

And promptly choke when Will tries to be endearing, so not only does it go down the wrong pipe, it goes up her nose and this is a wonderful dinner full of sputtering and wheezing noises.

Thanks, Will. ]

[sating]

[ Before Hannibal takes a bite of his own meal, he watches Will savor that first bite, because... Well, he's terribly biased. If he's cooking for Will, he likes to see that he in particular enjoys it. He's always enjoyed cooking for others to see that moment of bliss with their first bite. He starts to turn to his own plate, but again he pauses, waiting to see just where Will is going with this train of thought. The "dear" pulls out nothing short of a delighted, wry smile, but Sara choking on her drink does interrupt it. ]

Well, Will. You're on your way to killing our guest.

[ His smile reaches to the corner of his eyes for a moment as he look at Will, but he turns his attention back to Sara as he leans her way. ]

Are you all right, Sara?

[sweats]

[ HE'S SO... SORRY...

He groans slightly and lifts his free hand to press to his face, covering his eyes. He doesn't really know what came over him, it felt like the right thing to do but then he fucked it up and lord, why does Hannibal make everything so complicated?

Out of guilt, he picks up a spare napkin and offers it to Sara. Really, truly, he is so sorry. ]

I'm sorry. It's the -- it's the drink. I'm not nearly that affectionate with Hannibal. [ WILL... ] I mean, look at him. He doesn't deserve it.

[ WILL!!! ]

... How do you like the food?

[alcobrawlic]

The... [ god, what is it like to breathe, thanks for the napkin!! ]

The food's great and I'm fine, but if you need to find a room--

[ With your pet names and your schmoopy staring-- ]