Dr. Hannibal Lecter tends bar

[cook_the_rude]

It may even be that Dr. Hannibal Lecter volunteered to take over from the bar today.

In any case, he is standing behind the bar now, in an apron and with rolled-up sleeves, serving drinks and food. His specials board is eclectic and European, somewhat like himself.

Drinks

2012 Grüner Veltliner (Lower Austria)
2011 Schiava Gentile (Alto Adige)
2010 Prosecco Valdobbiadene (Treviso)

Budweiser Budvar (Czech Republic)
Rubarb Juice Spritzer

Food

Mixed Salad with Pumpkin Seed Oil and Speck d'Alto Adige
Lamb Carpaccio
Cream of Pumpkin Soup
Blueberry Marinated Salmon with New Potatoes and Lemon Hollandaise
Iced Coffee with Dulce de Leche

[[meta: as always, nothing in this food is people. people are only fed people on request. thank you!]]

Comments

[lt_blade]

Sonya felt herself mentally regress in age a bit. "Grown up version of an ice cream float-love it."

Just as well she had the drink, the ice cream drink was nice but very sweet and cloying even as it was strong.

"So long as you keep cooking like this, I won't say either way."

[cook_the_rude]

"Either way of what?" Dr. Lecter enquires.

[lt_blade]

"Whether you have the patience or not. Though I can't say I'd say otherwise, lord knows what's been said of my own patience level." Sonya made a motion with her hand to indicate that she had very little of it.

"What got you into cooking anyway? I've heard of people taking things to an art form, but you seem to go beyond that."

[cook_the_rude]

"I spent part of my youth in France," Dr. Lecter says, "with my uncle, whose spouse is Japanese. So, between two of the world's most refined and highly prized cuisines, my taste developed, and I found I liked it."

[lt_blade]

Sonya wasn't sure if it was the story or the sugar and caffiene making her grin like an idiot, but that didn't stop her. Milliways was the one place where she didn't have to keep a constant poker face.

"I can speak Japanese, but neither myself or my dad have had the chance to be stationed there." It was on her list of places to visit, but then they never did really give soldiers the chance to choose their own place of deployment-except in extreme cases. "Did spend about five months in France when I was eight. I remember my brother and I getting upset that we couldn't have wine with lunch."

Nevermind that the other students in the class were drinking watered down wine with the adults, the fact that they were still allowed meant it must've been something big-least to her eight year old self.

[cook_the_rude]

"America is entirely too obsessed with who may or may not drink alcohol," Dr. Lecter nods. "How is one to acquire a palate if there is nothing to learn from?"

[lt_blade]

"You've never been around a small platoon while off duty. Trust me, you'd wish it'd be regulated if you did." Lord knew she sometimes had to intervene as a babysitter for them.

She took another sip of coffee-god that was good: sugar, caffeine and chocolate all in one.. "I'd like to think I can tell the difference between a good drink and something that could clear an engine."

She didn't care for drinking, true, but she could still tell the difference.

[cook_the_rude]

"Small platoons while off-duty happen in France as well," Dr. Lecter points out. "One just calls the appropriate flavour of police if they overdo it, as I take it you will, too?"

[lt_blade]

He raised a good point. "The MP actually, and it depends. If they get really out of hand-which hasn't happened yet, thank god-I'll have to resort to that. Otherwise it's mostly me just herding them out and praying my CO doesn't give me hell for their behavior."

Shit rolls down hill and all of that. If the guys under her got themselves fucked up, it was her fault, not theirs.

She looks at him, torn between amusement and disgust. "Their current venture..I found one of them walking around in woman's underwear after loosing a bet-even I had to admit it was funny as hell, until I realized that I'm the only female on base tall enough for clothes to fit and where I'm quartered is closer."

After that it just left her feeling weird. Though she was thankful that she had nothing especially private for them to dig up.

[cook_the_rude]

"Stealing a superior officer's underwear is not a punishable offence in the military?" Dr. Lecter asks.

[lt_blade]

"Steeling in general is, yes. However, this implies that I'd like my clothes back..and not to mention the circumstances." The situation was really so ridiculous she couldn't even bring it up to face punishment. "Also undermined for the fact that one: they saw me laughing before I realized exactly what was going on and two: honestly just the pictures and hangover suffered from the guy are punishment enough."

Sonya normally didn't approve of blackmail, but in this case it was too much.

"It's something to write home about though." Certainly it would make for interesting reading.

[cook_the_rude]

"A shared laugh that will give the group something to emotionallY gel around," Dr. Lecter muses, "something they already know will be brought up at reunions, decades in the future, as a reward for surviving."

[lt_blade]

Sonya could only nod. Things always seemed to look up when it was possible to think back on the stupid moments. "It's the stupid moments that get the most laughs-and damn if the guys don't know me that well, probably one of the reasons they felt they could get away with it."

Because hell, it was just underwear. Had they merely stole it, Sonya would've been sickened-actually, she already was sickened, but less so when she realized that it was being worn by one of the men and not just some sick souvenir.

[cook_the_rude]

"It is an important part of group dynamics," Dr. Lecter says, in a reassuring voice. "A shared feeling of belonging together, of us-versus-them that will come in very useful in the difficult situations that a military actually is intended for."