[ Will doesn't pick up on it. He should, maybe, as his eyes flick down to what's in Hannibal's pan and back up to his face again. He should notice that Hannibal's meals are symbolic but right now he's just sort of soaking in the good mood of Hannibal's and feeling himself immensely cheered up in turn. As Will leans with his back to the counter and his mug of coffee clutched in his hands, he can't help but wonder why he was feeling so troubled. Hannibal's here and if he's here, things are pretty good. He doesn't have to worry anymore, not like before and --

No, wait. He gives a shake of his head, clearing the quick fog of absorption and taking a sip of coffee to let the burn of it pull him back into clarity. Why is Hannibal in such a good mood anyway? ]

I did. Nice kid, a little on edge but I suppose most people here are. He called you Mr. Lecter and thought you were very nice.