Dr. Hannibal Lecter tends bar

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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

[closesecond]

"No indeed," Kane says. "Certainly I wouldn't have agreed to it."

Xavier's presence is annoying enough as it is without having to worry about him prying into his plans for the world. Kane can only hope he doesn't discover the fictional representations of him.

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"Nobody would," Dr. Lecter says. "The whole discussion about privacy and having nothing to hide expands into an entire new dimension with a judgemental telepath around."

[closesecond]

"The worst part is that he seems to believe he has a right to do so," Kane says. "Despite all his protestations to the contrary, I believe that he truly thinks that. That I was able to exclude him from my mind was a source of some hostility and suspicion, though he concealed it behind the politely-smiling veneer of the well-heeled."

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"There is nothing wrong with politeness," Dr. Lecter says. "Without it, the grit of unfettered truthfulness would cause the engine of human society to creak and crunch and sometimes grind to a painful, bloody halt. I found him rather rude: when confronted, he delivered a diatribe, gabbling about his abilities and his abhorrence of violence, then flounced off in a huff."

[closesecond]

"The line between 'polite' and 'disingenuous,' is a thin one," Kane says. "He may have smiled, but behind it was little else but contempt."

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"That is what I saw as well," Dr. Lecter says. "Actual politeness needs a slightly better performance."

[closesecond]

"Genuine courtesy is a distressingly rare thing," Kane says.

The salad is nearly finished now.

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"And Professor Xavier has nothing of it," Dr. Lecter agrees.

With a gesture of the bottle, he offers to refill Kane's glass.

[closesecond]

Kane nods and offers Dr. Lecter the glass.

"And there are all too many people who believe that what he presents suffices for it," he says.

He sticks his fork into the last of the salad.

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Dr. Lecter refills the glass, then returns the bottle to refrigeration.

"He has not found enough opposition," he muses. "He is free to play the benevolent mind-bending dictator of his own world if he pleases, but not here."

[closesecond]

"Such power should never go unchallenged," Kane says.

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"He gets away with it," Dr. Lecter says. "At least in his own world."

[closesecond]

"He won't here," Kane says. "At least not if I have anything to say about it."

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"But do we?" Dr. Lecter says, raising an eyebrow in almost comical-looking enquiry.

[closesecond]

Kane smiles. "I suppose that's for us to find out."

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"Then I suppose we should try," Dr. Lecter smiles. "Are you ready for your main course now?"

[closesecond]

Kane nods. "Yes, I believe I am."

[OOC: Think we've reached a suitable fade point, more or less.]

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][[meta: absolutely! they must meet again soon...]]