Dr. Hannibal Lecter is ready for the labyrinth

[cook_the_rude]

The door opens, and Dr. Hannibal Lecter looks in.

The door closes again.

The door opens again, and Dr. Hannibal Lecter strides in, wearing sturdy clothing and sensible hiking shoes as well as carrying a small canvas rucksack.

From it, he takes some fruit and leaves them with the bar.







Then, he takes off his coat and has a coffee while he appears to wait for something.



[[meta: ep is open, but all other threads must happen before yrael]]

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[herr_bookman]

"Couldn't tell you," he says softly. "I haven't spoken with them in a while."

[cook_the_rude]

"What I saw of her was lovely," Hannibal says, "but then, she is an easily displeased mythical sea monster, isn't she?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor sighs. He dips his head for a moment, adjusting his glasses, and then crosses to the bar to lay his fingers on it.

"Yes, she is," he says. "So why bring that up? What do you want?"

[cook_the_rude]

"To make conversation?" Dr. Lecter says, pleasantly.

[herr_bookman]

"Your conversations are full of barbs," Autor says, just as pleasantly, "for the wise and foolish alike to snare themselves on. To what end did you bring up the lady of the deep?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I am merely curious about her," Dr. Lecter says. "So, has she charmed and ensnared you yet?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor peers at him for a moment, and then orders a cup of tea. "Of course; such is her nature. But beyond that, she is rather sweet once you get to know her," he says, and indulges in his tea.

"Why wouldn't you simply meet her yourself? And why mention her in the context of the lake party?" he asks. "While correct, the assumption that she is an acquaintance of mine is interesting indeed."

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter sips his coffee, and smiles.

"You must have put a heaping spoonful of suspiciousness in your tea," he remarks. "She is a mermaid, so why would I not notice her, glowering a nd lovely, beyond the ice, and then your attempt to approach her?"

[herr_bookman]

"And thus you declare that I've bitten off more than I can chew," he says, brushing the side of his cup with his thumb.

[cook_the_rude]

"A great dripping mouthful of sashimi," Dr. Lecter says, smirking.

[herr_bookman]

"I'm not quite sure what that is," Autor admits. "But aside from getting a good laugh out of this, was there anything else that you wanted?"

[cook_the_rude]

"You have not seen me laugh yet," Dr. Lecter says, smiling.

[herr_bookman]

"No. No, I have not," Autor says thoughtfully. He drains his tea, and sets his cup aside. "Good day, Dr. Lecter."

[cook_the_rude]

"Don't you want to see whether I will laugh?" Dr. Lecter says.

[herr_bookman]

"No," Autor says simply. "I don't want to imagine the sorts of things that would make you laugh."

He tips his head in a salute, and starts walking away.

[cook_the_rude]

"Autor?" Dr. Lecter says.

[herr_bookman]

Autor closes his eyes, and slows to a stop. "Yes?"

[cook_the_rude]

"You are not very likely to make me laugh just yet," Dr. Lecter says, almost softly.

Pause.

"Good-bye, Autor."

[herr_bookman]

He nods, back to the man, and continues on his way.