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Who: Will & Hayley
What: Midnight dinner. Backed to after 4th wall event.
Where: Will's cabin.
When: … Midnight?
After much rummaging of cupboards, Will decided on Italian. Spaghetti, homemade sauce, a tossed salad of whatever vegetables he still had, plus a few he decided to "borrow" from the kitchens. He put the water on to boil, cut up tomatoes, broke the pasta into halves. His mind paid only little attention to its task.
The pretentious quoting came as no surprise. He expected it. It was Lecter's way of showing off. But why Plato? Why that one in particular? He couldn't put it out of his thoughts. It was a puzzle, a scattering of dots that needed to be connected. Hannibal was free now. A cannibal able to go wherever he chose. Would he come here? He would be an inmate. Had to be. Someone like the Admiral wouldn't let someone like Hannibal become a warden. But who could know the Admiral's mind, truly?
He felt a droplet of water splash onto the back of his hand, pulling his mind back to its task. He put the pasta in the boiling water and began cleaning up the remnants of vegetables and wiping down the counter. Over his shoulder he had a dish towel which used to wipe his hands on. The sauce was plain, currently devoid of spices, as he realized he didn't know what, if any, allergies Hayley might have. He decided he'd find out when she arrived. The spaghetti wouldn't take too much longer to cook.
What: Midnight dinner. Backed to after 4th wall event.
Where: Will's cabin.
When: … Midnight?
After much rummaging of cupboards, Will decided on Italian. Spaghetti, homemade sauce, a tossed salad of whatever vegetables he still had, plus a few he decided to "borrow" from the kitchens. He put the water on to boil, cut up tomatoes, broke the pasta into halves. His mind paid only little attention to its task.
The pretentious quoting came as no surprise. He expected it. It was Lecter's way of showing off. But why Plato? Why that one in particular? He couldn't put it out of his thoughts. It was a puzzle, a scattering of dots that needed to be connected. Hannibal was free now. A cannibal able to go wherever he chose. Would he come here? He would be an inmate. Had to be. Someone like the Admiral wouldn't let someone like Hannibal become a warden. But who could know the Admiral's mind, truly?
He felt a droplet of water splash onto the back of his hand, pulling his mind back to its task. He put the pasta in the boiling water and began cleaning up the remnants of vegetables and wiping down the counter. Over his shoulder he had a dish towel which used to wipe his hands on. The sauce was plain, currently devoid of spices, as he realized he didn't know what, if any, allergies Hayley might have. He decided he'd find out when she arrived. The spaghetti wouldn't take too much longer to cook.