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. ]

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[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-- ]