Hannibal's house (where Jono has left for work already), Saturday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had set up for his usual tutoring of Lucille today - there were tea and scones in the music room, and he was drinking coffee - but he also had his tablet on his lap and was trying to coordinate - again - the wedding. At least this time the Boards might be ready?

There was no way they were having it in Jono's world again. Or his own, come to that.



[OOC: Open post!]

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[crimson_sister]

"I am quite well." She smiled at Dr Lecter. "And yourself? But that's an unfair question. I can't imagine the week has been easy for you and Mr Starsmore."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "It has been a bit of a trial," he allowed. "I should very much like to apologize to you for that, by the way. It had hardly been my intent, although I should hope that that goes without saying."

[crimson_sister]

"There is no need for an apology," Lucille said quickly. "I felt very sorry for the two of you. Have you made new plans?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"We have been working on it," Hannibal said. "The theater here should be finished with renovations shortly, and we will try again there. Probably in a few weeks, so long as the island cooperates."

[crimson_sister]

"Then I hope it will," Lucille said. "Has the theater ever been used for plays?"

She suspected they both might enjoy a more cheerful subject.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It has been." Hannibal showed Lucille to her usual seat, with the tea and scones next to it. "Also a few other productions of a musical nature. The last one was some time ago, however."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille took a seat. She would soon reach for a scone; no doubt they were as delicious as usual. "Is there no manager?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Jono is the owner," Hannibal answered. "Dracula is still the manager, I believe, although I haven't seen him in some time."

[crimson_sister]

"Mr Starsmore owns it? I hope there will be a new manager. I have never been to see a play." It must be much better than movies.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled. "I know he's been talking of having a new one. I hope you'll enjoy it."

He nodded toward the music in her hands. "What have you brought today?"

[crimson_sister]

"I found these in the library," Lucille said, showing them to Hannibal. "Collections of very moldable piano music from the 20th century. Perhaps they will sounds strange on the harpsichord, but I thought it might be interesting to try. Do you know any of the pieces?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal thumbed through them; some would definitely sound odd, yes, but... "Why don't we try this one? I'm curious how it would turn out."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked at the page, trying to get an idea of the music. Some of the chords looked unfamiliar to her in that way much of recent music did. She had grown more accustomed to the sound and it no longer felt as jarring, or rather, jarring had a purpose to play.

"Then I would like to try it," she said.

She really should visit Mr Starsmore's shop and look at the portable pianos, so that she could be more prepared. It just felt awkward the way she had almost rejected his offer out of pride.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Then let's," Hannibal decided. He stood and set his coffee down. "I'll play it through to get a feel for it, while you enjoy your tea."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille smiled and took a sip from her cup. She enjoyed listening to Dr Lecter play, and was curious how this would sound. It was strange how her love for music had changed since she had been able to share it. Now, she was being pulled away from solitude by one of the things that had taught her to enjoy being alone.