Hannibal's house in Baltimore, Sunday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

The FBI and the local press were scampering about like ants whose hill had been disturbed. Hannibal supposed one presumed-dead agent returned to life, a convicted murderer gone missing, and a nearly convicted insane man proved innocent would do that.

For the moment, though, he'd taken a break from watching the amusing chaos in order to ready one of his guest rooms, stock his beer, and make a hearty and relatively simple - for him - dinner. He was rather looking forward to hearing what Sparkle had thought of the drama workshops.


[OOC: for one, but open for phone or whatnot; NFB due to distance!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"From what I've heard of her classes, they may be somewhat more useful for other ponies than for humans," Hannibal answered tactfully.

He thought for a moment. "If you think you might be interested, I can enlist you the next time I throw a party. And you could speak to Mr. Wayne; charity galas would be good experience."

[myownface]

"They would be," Sparkle answered, though he was sounding a little dubious again. While Hannibal and Mr. Wayne both practically exuded 'wealth,' Sparkle still wasn't hugely inclined to want to get any closer to rich men who were a relative unknown than he absolutely had to. "Maybe I'll stick with helping you with yours once or twice first, um, just to see if it's my thing."

You know, before leaping into charity galas all willy-nilly.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Of course." Privately, Hannibal was amused at being the trustworthy one, but outwardly he just nodded solemnly.

"Although this does mean I may have to have some more parties."

[myownface]

Hey, nobody had ever accused Sparkle of having sound judgment.

"Put me through my paces?" He smiled faintly, ducking his head. "I mean, I guess I can figure out what fancy parties involve. You'd let me know if I was seriously fucking up, right?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Have I ever struck you as the type to not speak up?" Hannibal asked. "You did fine at your final last session; I have faith you can become even better." He picked up his beer and toasted him.

[myownface]

Whatever else people could say about the mentor-student relationship between Hannibal and Sparkle, nobody could deny that the man was good for Sparks' self-esteem. He grinned a little, reaching for his own beer and lifting it right back.

"Well," he replied, "I had a good teacher."

There was no way he could have pulled that off otherwise.

[sharp_as_knives]

And because Hannibal was modest and self-effacing...AHAHAHAHAHA.

Hannibal grinned, nodded, and drank.