PSL for Hannibal, post-concert

[electro_kinetic]

"Not that I mind a field trip, but how exactly did you talk the Professor into me staying in your house?"

She was still wearing her concert attire, leaning against the doorjamb of Hannibal's house. Helpfully, she had clothes with her, though how well they measured up to what she wore at a semi-formal event was anyone's guess. She was a reasonably polite guest thus far, short of this hesitation: nothing had yet mandated she get mouthy or violent.

"Should I take off my heels or do you not hold to that tradition?" She knew enough of her therapist by now to know he had connections to Japan and the culture, but how far those extended was unknown.

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[il_mostro]

"Which is why it is one of my favorites." Hannibal smiled warmly at her, before neatly plating the first course for her to try here in the kitchen. "Many would not consider others at all, unless it benefited them."

[electro_kinetic]

"Well, what little Latin I know is actually useful here. I'm not many people. Very evidently, if we're going by the hair and the gauntlets as well as attitude," she says, watching him plate food and flicking glances to it, him, and the doorway to the dining room. Presumably, anyway.

"Are we eating in here?"

[il_mostro]

"Oh no - I never eat in here. Even when I eat alone, I eat at my dining table." Hannibal stated with a prim if not amused smile. He walked over into the dining room, that was already beautifully set, with an elaborate center piece.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko snorts softly. "When I eat alone it's on the floor," she chuckles. "Or in someone's office."

[il_mostro]

Hannibal looked over his shoulder at her, and tutted softly as he properly put the plates on the table. "How absolutely barbaric. Please, sit. I am going to get a bottle of wine for myself. Please, do start without me."

[electro_kinetic]

"We didn't have chairs with legs at my house when I was little," she laughed, taking a seat elegantly. "We always sat on the floor. Not on mats, but same concept. It's just easier."

[il_mostro]

"That is traditional Japanese eating style, and while I admire it I shall never emulate it unless I am in Japan. It is rude for me to appropriate it." Hannibal stated, as he came to sit down at the corner next to her. He poured himself a glass of wine. "I've done traditional Japanese dishes - sushi, sashimi, white rice and various small dishes."

[electro_kinetic]

"Given your interaction with the culture I doubt it qualifies as appropriation anymore," Noriko says. "Pretty sure as long as you're not making squinty-eyes and being racist it's fine."

She doesn't care. She's pretty sure she's appropriated something at some point in her life, but she ain't mad. "It looks really good."

[il_mostro]

Hannibal gave her a pleased smile, before he settled in his chair and folded his napkin into his lap. He gestured to the ivory chopsticks on the fine linen napkins. "Thank you, I am grateful for the compliment, and your understanding. Please, eat." He plucked up his own chopsticks, and delicately began to take small bites from each portion. Chewing, savoring, and then taking a sip of wine.

"So, how are you finding our trips to the outside world?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Ivory, so we're going Chinese?" she asks, picking hers up with ease. The gauntlets haven't impeded her use of normal utensils, though she hardly insists on chopsticks for everything. She's fairly thoroughly Americanized by this point. (And she's teasing him with the jab about going Chinese; the shape more than the material differentiates the several types of chopsticks, used for different purposes.)

"Kind of weird, to be honest. I keep expecting something to happen, and riding on adrenaline makes me jittery." More than usual.

[il_mostro]

"I have a weakness for fine things. Besides, as you may have noticed - I do like blending my cultural influences." Hannibal smirked at her, as he continued to take small bites, savoring each one.

One eyebrow raises. "You keep expecting us to ... be attacked in my dining room. That would certainly make for an interesting change of pace."

[electro_kinetic]

"Hopefully these were antique," she says. "Elephants, endangered species, conservation. All that," Noriko elaborates as simply as possible. She hates the idea of the ivory trade being so demanding as to kill creatures which are already in danger of no longer existing.

"I didn't say the concern made sense, just that it was there. And I've been attacked at a school, it's not like physical location has a whole lot to do with it."

[il_mostro]

"Oh yes, these particular chopsticks are almost a hundred and fifty years old. I won them at a charity auction, in my early days of medical practice." Hannibal stated, smiling at the utensils. "I have always had a weakness for beautiful, old things. These were no exception."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko snorted softly. "Pity me, you're not into beautiful young things," she quipped dryly. "I mean you did make me dinner."

It's more joking than flirting, but it's still there.

[il_mostro]

Hannibal looked up from his plate at that, before a little smile curled over his face. "Well, I never said I did not enjoy beautiful young things ... but I do not openly appreciate beautiful young patients, no matter how lovely they are. It is a matter of ethics."

[electro_kinetic]

"Ethics, says the man who's got a teenager in his house across state lines," Noriko says after swallowing, brows lifting. She likes him, he's funny. And humorous.

"You can laugh, it was mostly a joke."

[il_mostro]

"With permission." Was Hannibal's equally dry response, before he shook his head and took another sip of his wine. "In any case, I rather think I should be more concerned that you would take advantage of me, instead of the other way around. After all, I cannot blow every fuse in this house if I wanted to." He smiles at her, "That is to ask you not to do that."

[electro_kinetic]

"I mean," Noriko chuckles, enjoying the food and the conversation, "If I wanted to turn out all the lights in your house, there are easier ways to do it than blowing the fuses. Less risk of setting something on fire as well."

[il_mostro]

"Well there you have it. We both have more common sense." He took another bite, still smiling. "Which makes us smarter than most."

[electro_kinetic]

"Intelligence only counts for so much, though," she says, and in the middle of chewing the lights quite suddenly die: it's not the fuse this time, it's Noriko. The lightbulbs stay off, but there's a little ball of light dancing at the end of her fingertips, about the size and intensity of the incandescents.

"Sometimes practical experience helps."

Ever seen ball lightning up close, Dr. Lecter?

[il_mostro]

Hannibal's chopsticks paused, as he looked around the house, and then back at the young lady's fingertips. His answer, when it was returned, was absolutely dry.

"I suppose it does. Although now I wonder if this means I should be complimenting you more often, and in a faintly inappropriate way."

If she was going to shut off his lights regardless, and all. The lightening ball was fascinating, though.

[electro_kinetic]

Her mouth twitches, amused, as the light is released and floats for a moment before fizzling, and the lightbulbs come back on just as they were before.

"I don't know if you should be. That's up to you," she says. "I won't say no, but I'm also not gonna hurt your lights. That's just redirecting the energy."

[il_mostro]

"Then I am very impressed. I thought it would take a great deal more effort for that sort of thing. Now you tell me it is as easy as breathing. You must enjoy your powers a great deal, to perfect them to this degree." Hannibal stated, giving her a long, thoughtful look.

[electro_kinetic]

"Electricity is predictable," she explains, lifting a shoulder. "It will always take the path of least resistance, through whatever material that happens to be. In most cases, with very little change, that path is through me: once I have it it's easy to manipulate. It's like a language. Once you learn the sounds, putting them together is a piece of cake."

"I enjoy most of what electrokinesis gives me. There are some side-effects that suck."

[il_mostro]

"It is more predictable than human behavior, I will grant you." He paused, then smiled at the analogy. "That rather sounds like music, when you put it that way. What are the side-effects of which you speak?
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