[ 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. ]
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Date: 2017-02-17 12:50 am (UTC)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?