Hannibal's house, Wednesday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

The arrangements had all been made, the menu was set, all the ingredients and wines had been delivered, and all that was left was to make the food.

Which meant starting the day before, because some things just had to be done right.

Were you sorry yet that you'd offered to help so that you could learn party planning, Sparkle?



[OOC: For the one mentioned, but open for calls or drop-bys, why not? Just a bit of T-day prep!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Their ears were probably burning. Or knowing them, something much less appropriate.

"There are a good number of impressive vodkas that have nothing to do with candies, believe it or not."

[myownface]

It's okay, Hannibal. Sparkle wasn't going to put all of his energy into making you miserable.

"Yeah? Because I'm not really a martini kind of guy. But, hey, I'll try anything once."

Especially vodka!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Glad to hear it." Hannibal wiped his hands on a towel. "How long until the carrots are ready?"

[myownface]

"Juuust about," Sparkle reported, turning his attention back to the carrots for a few more seconds before giving a satisfied nod and stepping aside. "There. How's that?"

He'd been thorough! Because nobody wanted dirty air, right?

[sharp_as_knives]

Dirty air was definitely bad.

Then again, if anyone tried breathing this air...well, Hannibal was a doctor, at least.

He inspected them and nodded. "So, juice." He patted the juicer. "Would you like to do the honors, or should I? Whoever doesn't, gets to start on the paté."

[myownface]

Sparkle considered the juicer for a moment - it did look kind of like fun, just feeding carrots into the thing - but tilted his head at Hannibal curiously all the same.

"What needs to be done to the paté?"

It was worth asking!

[sharp_as_knives]

"First is cooking the livers. Salt, pepper, and sautée them in olive oil."

[myownface]

Sparkle pondered that for a moment, and then nodded.

"I think I want to try that. Uh, would you mind, um, making sure I'm doing it right? Juicing is easy. I don't want to..."

He waved a hand a little. Sparkle was still Sparkle. Even when he was admitting that he was afraid he'd mess something up, he didn't want to actually say that he was afraid he'd mess something up.

[sharp_as_knives]

And Hannibal was still Hannibal; if Sparkle thought he'd let him do poorly on something he was serving to others, he was sorely mistaken.

"I'll keep an eye on it with you. After all," he pointed out, "I have the easy job."

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a little smile at that, and nodded. Okay, cool, he wasn't going to fuck this up or anything.

"So, I salt and pepper them first, or wait until they're in the pan?"

He didn't think it mattered all that much, but seriously, with a dinner like this one, even Sparkle wasn't taking any chances.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Season first, then heat the oil and put them in." Hannibal gave him the rest of the instructions on the first part. "And I'll be here if you have questions."

[myownface]

Sparkle nodded and then set to work, diligently following Hannibal's instructions. If his tongue was sticking out a little in concentration, he would really thank Hannibal to not point that out.

He had to get this right, dammit. It was a learning experience.

[sharp_as_knives]

It was good to see Sparkle taking it seriously; Hannibal wasn't going to tease about the way he looked doing so.

Instead, he was just going to get started juicing things, so it would have long enough to sit.