"Shark fin soup was a rare treat," Hannibal acknowledged. And had to kiss those lips again. "And I don't mind at all. I'm afraid I have no beans cooked, though. Maybe tomorrow." Still, there were mushrooms and tomatoes, potatoes he could fry, sausages, and eggs. And he did have black pudding and bacon, of course. He could probably even find some that was pork.

The bread would be closer to focaccia, and none of it would be too greasy, but still. A fry-up.