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

[herr_bookman]

"She tabled it periodically."

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter looks at him, calmly and expressionlessly.

"Did you just tell me an intentionally lame joke?" he then says.

[herr_bookman]

"I did," Autor says. "All things considered, I probably should have stuck with my pattern and run."

[cook_the_rude]

"You are at least bold enough not to immediately bolt," Dr. Lecter says, smirking.

[herr_bookman]

Autor shrugs. "Boldness is a child of ignorance. I wanted to see your reaction and so I have."

[cook_the_rude]

"What did you expect?" Dr. Lecter says. "For me to grow horns and fangs, and come roaring over the bar at you?"

[herr_bookman]

"I tried not to expect anything--sans a lack of laughter, of course--but I confess a demonic pursuit hadn't crossed my mind," Autor says, tucking his book under his arm.

[cook_the_rude]

"This is Milliways, after all," Dr. Lecter says. "Where the dead make a good falafel, and those thinking themselves damned might not even be dead."

[herr_bookman]

"Yes, that poor new arrival," Autor says, folding his arms to lean on the wall. "And, oh, I wasn't concerned with the supernatural part of it. I just can't see you abandoning your position as host to attack me in full view of everyone."

He adjusts his glasses. "Inconvenient all around, though probably more for me than you at that point."

[cook_the_rude]

"Not quite that new any more," Dr. Lecter says. "Javert just takes much longer to adjust. He judges everyone, and himself harshest of all. I, on the other hand, prefer the principle of nil humani a me alienum puto, which makes much more sense in a place like this."

Pause.

"Even if it is people not thought people by all people."

[herr_bookman]

"And are you helping him redefine himself?" Autor asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"He refuses all help," Dr. Lecter says. "I've seen him talk to a lady who gave him a book and made him keep it, but I was not so lucky."

[herr_bookman]

Autor squints at the menu. "Will you continue to offer him unwanted help, then?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I will offer him help until he wants it, and then he can have it," Dr. Lecter shrugs. "He needs it."

[herr_bookman]

"Well, then good luck to you--and to him," Autor murmurs, adjusting his glasses. "And good day, Dr. Lecter."

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, run along now," Dr. Lecter says, somewhat dismissively. "I shall catch you around?"

[herr_bookman]

"Not if I run well," Autor says, heading off to the infirmary to treat the non-magical burns.

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter smiles, then presumably turns to busy himself with something else as Autor wanders off.