Hannibal breakfast

[cook_the_rude]

 Dr. Hannibal Lecter's breakfast today is chocolate themed.

Hand-roasted honeyed oats with cocoa nibs under a chocolate cream, coffee spiced with raw cocoa and cardamom, and finally a few lovely dark pancakes with cranberry preserve.

He is eating slowly, and savouring every bite.


[[OOC: Warning: among the pancakes are veriohukaiset as well as chocolate pancakes, so beware of stealing them!]]

Comments

[sunbaked_baker]

Young Rae Seddon is having difficulty finding the right words. She scratches through the latest word on the piece of scratch paper she's drafting a letter on, and looks around the bar for inspiration.

Spotting Dr. Lecter, she smiles and waves.

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello, Rae!" Dr. Lecter says. "Come over and share some breakfast."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Ooh, yes please!" she beams at him, scooping up her unfinished letter, pen, and a poloroid picture to come over to his table. "Are you having a good morning?"

[cook_the_rude]

"An excellent morning!" Dr. Lecter declares, ordering a mug of cocoa for Rae. "Would you like some of this cereal? I roasted it myself."

[sunbaked_baker]

"I'm glad," she says, cheerfully, as she settles on a chair. "And yes, please - that looks amazing."

And smells amazing. Chocolate for breakfast? Her mother would disapprove so hard.

"You looked like you were having a good Cubefall, last time I saw you," Rae grins at him. "Did you have fun?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Enormous fun, as that large predator," Dr. Lecter says, smiling as he fills her another cereal bowl. "And it was good to meet you."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It was good to meet you too!" she grins, "Even if communication was hard, since neither of us could talk. I've been something that flies nearly every Cubefall - flying is so amazing, whatever shape is doing it. What was it like, being a saber-toothed tiger?"

[cook_the_rude]

"You feel very strong and lazy," Hannibal says. "Because you are so big and dangerous, you can afford to be lazy and cuddly. No need to be alert and snarky to defend your hide."

[sunbaked_baker]

She chuckles. "I'll admit the bird-shape's instincts didn't like it one bit, but I was okay once I knew it was you. There was a patron who was a housecat for Cubefall, too, and I couldn't get close until I was sure it wasn't really one of the bar's cats."

Sunshine tries the cereal (chocolate! for breakfast!) and makes a pleased sound of enjoyment. "Oh wow, that's delicious."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim drops into a seat opposite Hannibal and puts his feet up on a chair. He's dressed casually, jeans and the Westwood shirt Sherlock got him for Christmas.

'Hello, Hannibal.'

He's also strumming a lute which looks really old and also brand new, and appears quite pleased with the world.

[cook_the_rude]

"You look happy, and about to embark on an adventure with historical music," Hannibal says. "Good morning, Jim. May I offer you some breakfast?"

[just_cant_lose]

'No thanks, darling. Not hungry.'

He strums a bit more, amused.

'I thought more playing modern music, just on an authentically fifteenth century instrument. See what happens.'

It might be great, might be terrible, who knows?

[cook_the_rude]

"Like Teja the Goth playing 'Stairway to Heaven' on his authentic 6th century harp?" Hannibal says.

[just_cant_lose]

'Has he? I've never heard him. He doesn't like me.'

Is he bothered? He is not.

'What're you eating. You can smell it across the bar.'

Damnit, now he has to strum Stairway, and he only knows the first eight bars.

[cook_the_rude]

"He has often; it appears to be one of his favourites," Hannibal says. "And I am eating cocoa granola with cocoa cream, along with cocoa pancakes and Finnish veriohukaiset, which go both very well with cranberry preserve. You are quite welcome to try."

[just_cant_lose]

'The original is a good song. The endless copies of it are not.'

And he hasn't heard Teja's version, but he's willing to lump it into the 'mostly terrible' category until presented with evidence to the contrary.

He shakes his head.

'Still not hungry. And I've never been a big fan of black pudding, no matter what country it comes from. Though I get why you like it.'

[cook_the_rude]

"I like the visual similarity and the counterpoint in taste," Hannibal says. "It is a breakfast of contrasts that seems harmonious from the outside, unless you are able to smell the blood."

[chartreuse_eyed]

Micah, though he hasn't made a very proper entrance to the bar yet, sniffs curiously as he passes Hannibal Lecter's table.

He knows the smell of blood quite intimately, and didn't expect to smell it in a place like this, over breakfast. It gets his attention, and he turns mid-step towards Hannibal, brows gently creasing above the dark glasses he wears.

"Blood and pancakes. That's a combination."

[cook_the_rude]

"It's a speciality from Finland and Sweden," Hannibal Lecter says. "I enjoy it occasionally."

Pause.

"I don't believe I have met you before?"

[chartreuse_eyed]

"It smells interesting," is all the stranger says, not taking off the sunglases.

"You haven't. I haven't been here very many times before I'm afraid I don't know many people. Just one or two."

[cook_the_rude]

"When was the last time you were here, by the bar's calendar?" Dr. Lecter asks.

[chartreuse_eyed]

"Not more than a few weeks ago. I'm not entirely convinced it wasn't some kind of hallucination."

[cook_the_rude]

"More than usual for Milliways? How so?" Dr. Lecter asks, sounding concerned.

[chartreuse_eyed]

"I wouldn't know what's usual for here," he says. "Last time was the only time I've ever been here."

[cook_the_rude]

"Usual is 'as weird as you can imagine' and then some," Dr. Lecter says. "Sorry, this is Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe. Weird is what we do here. Six impossible things before breakfast, and all that."