Hannibal's house, Thursday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal hummed along with the music as he carefully chose the right ingredients and cut of meat for his chosen recipe. Sparkle wanted to hurry back to the young girl he was looking after, so having everything ready would cut down on the preparation time. Not to mention, he just liked to be prepared.

Hm...perhaps the neck from that reprehensible clerk; it would make a good Stoverij. A bit more casual than his usual fare, but it was a simple enough recipe that Sparkle could do most of it, and he would probably appreciate the beer and fried potatoes.

Maybe some carrots and onions on the side, as well; Sparkle could bring some back for the girl along with the potatoes.



[OOC: Expecting one, open for phone calls or whatnot!]

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[myownface]

If it wasn't for Hannibal's place, this would be exactly the sort of neighbourhood that Sparkle would either avoid, or wander into just to break into some of the fancier homes to make off with their silverware. As it stood, the cabbie had given him a skeptical look when Sparkle had given him the address, and Sparkle had just stared him down until he started driving. No questions. No small talk on the way. Just driving.

And hell, maybe before heading back to the island, he would light a few fires, but as it stood, he had dinner plans, and he wasn't going to be late for those.

He had his bag slung over his shoulder and a little smirk on his face when he rang the bell, though. No matter how out of place he was out here, he was right at home in the Doctor's kitchen.