Apr 20, 2013 22:35
It had taken quite a bit of effort and sneakiness, but he'd managed it. Freddie Lounds would no longer be a problem, and Hannibal had the ingredients he needed for tonight's dinner with Will.
The table is set with the same care he always uses, this time laid out for two. Though he usually dresses down for Will, to put him more at ease and help him relax slightly, he can't help himself. Tonight is a special occasion, and so he's dressed in one of his many fine suits, pocket square perfectly in place.
The tartar is chilling in the fridge, the shank roasting in the oven with its melange of vegetables, and the wine is at the perfect temperature. All he needs now is Will.
[who]: will