"Well, I have several good wines I can go open. Scotch. Brandy. Whiskey. I do have a cask beer I have been brewing for two years now, using animal blood." Hannibal stated, as he continued to prep the food to be pan-fried, versus that which would remain raw for the contrasting flavors. He glanced up at her as she spoke, dark eyes looking pensive.
"I see. Yet despite having the classic problem of one's parents never understanding them - you've decided that you prefer to be your own person to the hilt. Do you regret any of it? Or do you find yourself stronger because of the distance? I would guess the latter."
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Date: 2019-08-12 02:17 am (UTC)"I see. Yet despite having the classic problem of one's parents never understanding them - you've decided that you prefer to be your own person to the hilt. Do you regret any of it? Or do you find yourself stronger because of the distance? I would guess the latter."