"Well then, follow me then." He turned neatly, moving his way down the hallway and into the heart of his home. The kitchen, with it's warm woods and yet stark cabinets and work tables. Fresh herbs grew in small elegant pots, set in along the wall. In front of them, Hannibal had the makings of sushi which he was preparing himself, along with with soup, vegetables and chicken ready to be cooked, rice, and fresh vegetables, all to be served together at the same time.

"Oh, do you have any food allergies?"