herr_bookman ([personal profile] herr_bookman) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2014-09-16 12:50 pm

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Delectable scents of apple butter and nutmeg and chocolate waft out from the kitchen today, where Autor is hard at work. He has donned an apron and is crooning along with--of all people--Frank Sinatra.

Covered bowls litter the countertops and the fridge, but only for a moment; the industrious boy codes them all into his sylladex to preserve their contents. Having chopped and sautéed and boiled all day, the boy pulls more bowls out to prepare dough.

He's busy, but might be willing to take a break.
cook_the_rude: (Coming out of the darkness)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
Hannibal leans back against a kitchen cabinet, one hand on his drip stand.

"Simply to deny me the pleasure," he says. "Which I can well understand."
cook_the_rude: (All this is exasperating)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is for Guppy Sandhu to decide," Hannibal says. "I'm in no hurry and would rather err on the side of caution, personally."
cook_the_rude: (Goodbye to cookbook corner)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Once in the left lung, twice in the right lung -- which is why I still have drainage on the right side -- and once in the right biceps," Hannibal says. "In your time, I'd be dead. Unfortunately for you, we have modern medicine here, and Guppy is a very good doctor."
cook_the_rude: (**smirk**)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't you?" Hannibal says.
cook_the_rude: (Bound to a Baltic birch tree)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you're finally realising that I pose no danger to you," Hannibal says, his voice sounding almost smug.
cook_the_rude: (For a given value of love)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Something you would say to somebody you're misleading, you mean?" Hannibal says.
cook_the_rude: (Actually really very deeply concerned)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Try and any more being the operative terms here," Hannibal points out, amusement in his voice.
cook_the_rude: (Cooking the rude)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Say you," Hannibal says. "Why would you, of all people, be the arbiter of good and evil?"
cook_the_rude: (Cat psychology is well worth studying)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Trying to sidle softly into the paler, pearlier grey, are you?" Hannibal says, chuckling.
cook_the_rude: (Please join me on this lovely rug)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think I've been accused of moral binaries before," Hannibal says, moving over where the water is boiling to pour it into the teapot.

"If anything, I have what they call a blue and orange morality. Or maybe a plaid and paisley morality."
cook_the_rude: (Everybody is scared of the Murder Tie)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-18 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I am going to miss my favourite tie," Hannibal admits.
cook_the_rude: (Everybody is scared of the Murder Tie)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2014-09-18 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not going to be the original," Hannibal says, "which I wore on some memorable occasions. But yes, I could, for mere aesthetics."

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