[ His smile twists into wryness, and as Will pulls back to nurse his coffee, Hannibal returns to preparing breakfast. Not that there's much left to do, but even with something simple, Hannibal is as meticulous as he would be with an elaborate feast. ]

The unfortunate side-effect of safety is that it's inherently boring. I'd rather dance with risk. Maybe even on a cliff.

[ luv ya babe ]

That, and besides choosing which hat I'd like to take up, a secondary duty is corpse disposal. It's surprising, considering the graves, but it seems their purpose is akin to the danse macabre. [ Or, you know, maybe they will be buried in their graves after, but Hannibal is also thinking of how that might be easier said than done in some cases. You asked for this, Sheriff. ] Which, on that note, I'm already planning for my breakfasts to be heartier. If you'd rather not partake, I can make yours vegetarian.

[ Even in so few words, there are plenty of assumptions there at least to Hannibal on where they stand. He's not concerned with (mostly) straightforwardly admitting when he'll be taking his favorite kinds of meals, since he knows Will won't reveal that to anyone else. But he's also giving him the choice on whether to join Hannibal in his hedonism and to keep anyone else away from joining them for breakfast. And of course, there's the simple assumption that Will will always be here for them, but that's the one that Hannibal takes as a given. ]