To see an opera

[sunbaked_baker]

(Up in her room, Rae gets ready.)


When Sunshine comes down the stairs, today, she may not look wholly like herself. The baker is usually seen in the bar wearing bright t-shirts or sweaters, with colorful jeans and sneakers, her hair up in a ponytail or held back by a likewise colorful kerchief. One colorfully casual customer.

Today her hair is down, tumbling about her scarred shoulders in loose waves of red, and what she wears is not her normal style at all.

She takes care with her steps, and not just because of the silver heels that grace her feet. As she moves down the stairs, Rae consciously straightens her spine against the fluttery nervous feeling in her stomach, and hopes it will soon pass.

This is going to be an enjoyable outing. Rae refuses to let her feelings of self-consciousness mar it.



(ooc: Sunshine will likely be out of the bar for a while after this, so any and all threads are welcome, but will be millitimed to before her thread with Hannibal Lecter.)

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[sunbaked_baker]

"Not me," Rae smiles, savoring another bite. "All of my dessert names tend to skew towards the morbid, and this is anything but."

[cook_the_rude]

"I simply picked the national colours of Italy," Dr. Lecter admits. "In honour of Giuseppe Verdi, the composer of tonight's opera."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae tilts her head slightly. "Its name would have to be something in Italian, then."

[cook_the_rude]

"Or something in Nabucco," Dr. Lecter muses. "We can keep an eye out for a name during the intermission."

[sunbaked_baker]

"We'll think of something," she nods, trying another bite of the utterly delicious dish. "Something this good needs a name."

[cook_the_rude]

"It's not hard to make," Hannibal says. "I'm sure you can do the flourless white chocolate cake in your sleep, and the rest is utterly easy. I like the idea that, in years to come, something enters your repertory back home that I helped devise."

[sunbaked_baker]

"There are plenty of more difficult desserts that wouldn't be as good as this one," Rae replies. In her opinion, difficulty isn't a measure of how good something is.

"If I served this back at the coffeehouse, it'd be a mirror-image of Bitter Chocolate Death."

[cook_the_rude]

"The polar opposite," Dr. Lecter nods. "Sweet Chocolate Life, positively. La Dolce Vita di Cioccolato."

[sunbaked_baker]

Her expression breaks into a smile. That's perfect. "Oh, I like that."

"La Dolce Vita di..." Pronunciation. She may have a decent ear for it, but she wants to get it right. The texture of the vowels in chocolate and Cioccolato is not the same.

[cook_the_rude]

"Cioccolato," Hannibal says again, with a sudden dramatic flare of Italianitá. "Say it after me -- cioccolato!"

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine laughs, feeling cheerfully foolish as she echos, "Cioccolato!"

"La Dolce Vita di Cioccolato."

[cook_the_rude]

"Lovely!" Dr. Lecter declares, finishing his dessert. "And there, you have all the Italian you will need at the moment. Shall we be off now?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"If King Nebuchadnezzar happens to order a servant to bring him chocolate, I will know," Rae chuckles, gladly finishing her own dessert before moving to stand.

"That was wonderful, Dr. Lecter. Thank you again."

[cook_the_rude]

"This," Dr. Lecter says, taking their dishes over to the sink, "was only the beginning."

He offers her his arm.

[sunbaked_baker]

And gladly, she takes it.