Hannibal's house, Friday

So, it was Hannibal's 50th birthday, and in order to forestall any of his friends from going to ridiculous lengths (and Karla from trying to make a cake), he'd decided to have his own party. A small, classy, understated dinner party.

He'd gotten a few special shipments in, and he'd made a number of lovely dishes. It should be a while until anyone was here, so he was taking a moment to relax and put his feet up and read.



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