[ In spite of himself, Will finds himself considering how to make cheeseburgers Hannibal's way too. He even suggests, without hesitation -- ]
You could make the buns yourself. I'm sure there's plenty ingredients for that. Percy doesn't look like a kid who has had a cheeseburger where everything's been done from scratch so he might enjoy it. Make the bread, ground up the meat, make your own... sauce? [ He stops himself suddenly, looking surprised at the words that spilled from his mouth. ] This is a terribly surreal conversation, you know.
[ He gives a shake of his head after, sipping his coffee with a slight crease to his forehead and after a moment, a noisy exhalation of breath as he tries to get back on the sure footing he was on. He sets the coffee down a moment later, hands braced on the edge of the counter and fingers tapping against the wood. He only looks back at Hannibal when he mentions the role and the bemusement turns into slight surprise.
Of course then, a moment later it clicks together and Will gives a derisive snort. If he was able to read the Sheriff, he figures, he could have predicted that.
He looks at Hannibal then and lifts a hand to brush an out of place hair from Hannibal's forehead, fingers ghosting gently over the skin and a soft hum of thought escaping him. ]
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You could make the buns yourself. I'm sure there's plenty ingredients for that. Percy doesn't look like a kid who has had a cheeseburger where everything's been done from scratch so he might enjoy it. Make the bread, ground up the meat, make your own... sauce? [ He stops himself suddenly, looking surprised at the words that spilled from his mouth. ] This is a terribly surreal conversation, you know.
[ He gives a shake of his head after, sipping his coffee with a slight crease to his forehead and after a moment, a noisy exhalation of breath as he tries to get back on the sure footing he was on. He sets the coffee down a moment later, hands braced on the edge of the counter and fingers tapping against the wood. He only looks back at Hannibal when he mentions the role and the bemusement turns into slight surprise.
Of course then, a moment later it clicks together and Will gives a derisive snort. If he was able to read the Sheriff, he figures, he could have predicted that.
He looks at Hannibal then and lifts a hand to brush an out of place hair from Hannibal's forehead, fingers ghosting gently over the skin and a soft hum of thought escaping him. ]
Do you get a very nice hat?