[ There's a very obvious wryness to Will's face then that's basically the non-verbal equivalent of you asshole. He doesn't want to acknowledge the cliff comment otherwise though so instead he listens to the rest of what Hannibal says, focusing on his coffee as he goes. ]

Huh. There really is an undercurrent of theatre here, isn't there? I'm not surprised the Sheriff would pick you. You've always had a certain... flare. I just hope everyone else can appreciate it as I did. [ well. ] As I do.

[ Which is kind of a compliment, isn't it? Oh well, Will doesn't really mind the fact he gave him one. Instead he ruminates slightly on the offer. It's not as if he ever stopped eating what Hannibal's provided and it's also not as if he expected not to eat with him again if they survived the cliff but hilariously enough, he finds his mind wandering to the practical. It's been a long time since either of them have tasted it -- aside from Frederick's lip in Hannibal's case. He hopes it doesn't make them sick. ]

No. I'd rather eat the same as you, that's fine. I am worried about the freshness of the meat. We won't get sick, will we? The last time I ate with you was in Baltimore.

[ That's so long ago that the memory feels more like a distant fever dream. ]