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Eliot's phone had stopped ringing. That was awesome. On the other hand he felt like he'd gotten thrown around by a carnival ride -- again -- and there seemed to be a weight sitting right on his chest.

Val lapped at his chin. The weight on his chest was his small-for-her-breed-but-now-full-grown puppy.

Alrighty then.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]

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Date: 2016-01-31 02:26 am (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (sympathetic)
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"Mister Spencer." Hannibal took in Eliot's appearance and shook his head. "I thought you sounded under the weather. I got one of your messages yesterday." He lifted the thermal bag with him. "I come bearing soup."

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Date: 2016-01-31 02:50 am (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (oh? yes?)
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Hannibal followed him in and unpacked the soup, looking around at the rather nice kitchen. "Bowls?" he asked politely. "Something about not needing any liver, and getting it yourself if you did," he explained. "I admit I was curious."

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Date: 2016-01-31 03:19 am (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (serving friends)
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"Japanese would be lovely; thank you." Hannibal grimaced at the mention of Anakin. "Trust that man to have no decent sense of taste."

He got down a bowl and dished out the soup. "Chicken, green leafy vegetables, sweet potato, and garlic. All good for a cold."

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Date: 2016-01-31 03:50 am (UTC)
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"You're welcome," Hannibal said. He repacked the rest of the soup and found a place for it in Eliot's refrigerator. "And it's been my experience that Mr. Skywalker is singularly unimaginative in a number of ways."

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Date: 2016-01-31 03:59 am (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (not buying it)
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Hannibal would prefer the blows, actually. Anakin might be a Jedi, but Hannibal had a better track record of keeping his limbs.

"Unlikely." He shrugged. "I prefer words to blows, and he prefers throwing his weight around. But that's not to say I'll trust him any time soon. Or approve of his taste in anything."

Unless it came to a recipe.

"You have seen his hair and wardrobe."

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Date: 2016-01-31 04:43 am (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (amused)
From: [personal profile] sharp_as_knives
"I could make an argument," Hannibal said, "but that seems rude, seeing as I'm in your kitchen and you're ill." He grinned. "We can agree on the robes, however." He brought the bowl of soup to Eliot.

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Date: 2016-01-31 04:49 pm (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (pleasantly pensive)
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"Fair enough," Hannibal answered. "You have no reason to, and it seems to suit you. And you've very good taste other things, tea among them," he added as he smelled it.

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Date: 2016-01-31 06:15 pm (UTC)
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Hannibal gave Eliot a slight bow. "The thought is nevertheless appreciated. Perhaps one day I can return the favor as well; it's been some time since I've created an entire cha-kaiseki meal." Since he'd made it for Jack, in fact.

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Date: 2016-01-31 11:41 pm (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (casual - smile)
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"More than you might think," Hannibal said, "but I never mind sharing my art."

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Date: 2016-02-01 03:35 am (UTC)
sharp_as_knives: (smirk)
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"Precisely." Hannibal smiled. "Art needs an audience."

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