Hannibal chuckled. "Please try not to; I hate to think of the mess and the paperwork. I'll try to get more types of beans in, for comparison."

He glanced at the recipe once more. "I'll be one moment; that meat is in the freezer downstairs. Please make yourself at home. Mind Beethoven; he's rather put out at the moment."

Not because Hannibal had brushed him, but because he'd stopped.