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takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

Hannibal nodded steadily, acknowledging that within but a few hours, the crippling chef would be bleeding profusely to his death. “I hope not as well,” he hissed, continuing to observe the preparation. Quite frankly, he wondered how the man still held his job. “Passion is what holds the food together.”

"Do you think it is even worth staying here? I will stay pay for the food but I feel like we might end up on the bathroom floor." Izzie wasn’t looking to drinking ginger ale and puking most of the steak back up, She even looked around for any doctors in the place besides, Doctor Hannibal. "Were you always interested in listening to people’s problems? I always thought I would grow up to be a rock star and tour the world." In a way she still was but under the title of photographer.

Hannibal looked at Izzie with a linger of displeasure. He knew she was of little money and no matter the protest, he would be paying for the meal if they were ever to retrieve it. But even so, as he answered her question with a nod, he guided himself towards the hostess and forced Izzie to remain in the booth. 

"Excuse me," Hannibal said with a charmed smile as he explained simply that he and Izzie were going to leave. He slipped a bit of money between her hands and gave her a subtle nod as he returned to Izzie and extended his hand. "Perhaps we shall try something else."

takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

Hannibal shook his head in laughable thought. “No,” he bantered, “I have not. Most medical journals are of the psychiatric practice and not of the reconstruction of bone.” He ceased himself from another small chuckle before taking a following sip of wine. “I don’t believe it’s the waitstaff, but more the displeasure of the chef. He shows no passion in his work.”

Ahh, should’ve known with him he would be reading up on illnesses and mental caps. She wondered if the conversation would head back into territory of their own session. Izzie hoped not as she distracted herself by folding her napkin from one fold and to another. “If he doesn’t have passion for his work, he shouldn’t be in the kitchen; it’s only going to show up in the food. I hope he doesn’t overcook mine or overseason yours.” Would be a shame if all they could enjoy was the churros earlier and the wine. “If you’re not passionate then you’re doing something right.”

Hannibal nodded steadily, acknowledging that within but a few hours, the crippling chef would be bleeding profusely to his death. “I hope not as well,” he hissed, continuing to observe the preparation. Quite frankly, he wondered how the man still held his job. “Passion is what holds the food together.”

takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

"It is found I read more medical journals than romances, Ms. Bathory," he chuckled, gazing about the area. The restaurant was clean and the staff kind, but he recognized the temporary cook lacking a passion for his art. He didn’t flip the pan with precision and as each order was called, his voice grew further aggressive. He was a man Hannibal knew he would find later dependent upon the taste of the food. Still, he nodded to Izzie’s words, in silent understand he would be paying for the entirety of the check later in the night.

"Please, just Izzie. My last name is something I try not to have used outside of the Bureau. Seems there is a small Hungarian community here and I’d rather not have them giving me the evil eye every time I come around." She had a feeling one of the patrons in the bar might have overheard them, but she couldn’t be sure. "Though, what kind of medical journals? Have you read the one a few months back about reconstructing faces from half skulls? Even if the back of half of the side is missing, as long as the jaw and forehead is intact it can be reconstructed for a face?" Made her job easier knowing some of the bodies would be given faces if they had been missing for too many years. 

She glanced over her shoulder wondering how long their own order would take. “Is it me or is the chef sounds a little bit angry the waitstaff isn’t setting their feet on fire to move the food faster?”

Hannibal shook his head in laughable thought. “No,” he bantered, “I have not. Most medical journals are of the psychiatric practice and not of the reconstruction of bone.” He ceased himself from another small chuckle before taking a following sip of wine. “I don’t believe it’s the waitstaff, but more the displeasure of the chef. He shows no passion in his work.”

takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

"Taking a bit of time off to one’s self to pursue a hobby is something needed for everyone." He extended his back against the chair before taking another sip of wine. "How are you enjoying your work and the bureau?"

Hearing him say hobby was the right word and Izzie asked him in return what he did to enjoy his time away from listening to patients. “What is a hobby for you? Let me try and guess. Reading? Do you enjoy reading anything that makes you think or even romance novels?” Nah, she doubted he’d be into any of the steamy novels with women on the front being clutches by hunky males in a pirate’s outfit. She kept thinking about the pirate before answering his question, “Mmm, fine, I like it a lot but hate it might wind down soon if I can’t secure a paid internship to fund it beyond the few months here. I like knowing my photos are going to help even if it’s in a small way.”

"It is found I read more medical journals than romances, Ms. Bathory," he chuckled, gazing about the area. The restaurant was clean and the staff kind, but he recognized the temporary cook lacking a passion for his art. He didn’t flip the pan with precision and as each order was called, his voice grew further aggressive. He was a man Hannibal knew he would find later dependent upon the taste of the food. Still, he nodded to Izzie’s words, in silent understand he would be paying for the entirety of the check later in the night.

takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

Hannibal nodded to the waitress in an understanding all was fine for her to continue on with the order placement. He didn’t wish for much else, as he had already prepared a fresh cut for later, but yet, he didn’t want to be rude and excuse the time with Izzie. “Nothing has been decided properly,” he murmured, taking a sip of his wine. “And you, Izzie?”

"Mmm, I thought about going to see a movie or stay in to develop my personal pictures I’ve taken off the clock." Anything photographed at work stayed at work, including the USB drives for Jack to keep in his office. They wouldn’t risk Freddie or anyone else breaking into FBI apartments for anything gossip and news worthy. "Just depends on where this takes me in mood. So far the mood is good so I might treat myself to developing pictures."

"Taking a bit of time off to one’s self to pursue a hobby is something needed for everyone." He extended his back against the chair before taking another sip of wine. "How are you enjoying your work and the bureau?"

takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

Hannibal gave Izzie a nod, thanking her silently for her condolences. But as the thought rushed him, he contained a snarl. The castle was a monstered pile of murder, and it had been the death of many his victims, along with his ancestors. The mention of it becoming a historical monument was sickening to even Hannibal.

She hadn’t even noticed the waitress still standing there, waiting to repeat the orders. At least she was nice enough not to clear her throat or try to add in her own two cents. “That’s all I want, thank you. What about you Hannibal?” Hopefully food would change the topic at hand of his former family home. “Any plans after tonight? Going to see a movie or one of your plays?”

Hannibal nodded to the waitress in an understanding all was fine for her to continue on with the order placement. He didn’t wish for much else, as he had already prepared a fresh cut for later, but yet, he didn’t want to be rude and excuse the time with Izzie. “Nothing has been decided properly,” he murmured, taking a sip of his wine. “And you, Izzie?”

thepastoflecter:

As Hannibal begins to play, he remembers the one who taught him many years ago.

takeabiteoutofyou:

drhannibaltlecter:

Hannibal ordered the steak without a thought of much more. He wished for it to be bloodied however, for that’s what reminded him of his fresh kills. But as the waitress drawled away, he began to recount his past.

"After my parents’ deaths, the home I once knew was turned into an orphanage where those stronger belittled the mute." He was careful not to mention he indeed was the one who had been rendered unable to speak by the horrors he had seen. "Today, it is no more than ash within the stones."

Izzie noticed his own ordering of a  steak and ordered one for herself as well. She asked the waitress for it to be medium rare. It seemed the steak came with two sides and decided on french fries and a salad. Eh, the salad would balance out how much fat would be going into her for tonight or toss the salad with chopped up steak for a salad tomorrow. Either way, she was happy before listening to Hannibal’s tale.

"My condolences on your parents, I bet they would be proud knowing you own your own practice. Even help out patients beyond the allotted time slots." Whatever God knew he was helping her out today. "Have you ever thought to have it removed or even made a historical site?"

Hannibal gave Izzie a nod, thanking her silently for her condolences. But as the thought rushed him, he contained a snarl. The castle was a monstered pile of murder, and it had been the death of many his victims, along with his ancestors. The mention of it becoming a historical monument was sickening to even Hannibal.

thepastoflecter:

Hannibal drinks his hallucinogenic tea, allowing himself to visit his family once more.

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