At the sound of the bell Dee looked up, a smile ready on her lips. When she saw him it faltered for an instant, then appeared again.
"Dr. Lecter," she said. "What a nice..."
Her voice trailed off in confusion as she got a closer look. There was something different, but she couldn't...
"A nice surprise," she continued before the silence could become awkward. He carried a basket, and she could see the glint of light off glass. Wine?
"Are you looking for something specific today? I've been trying out some new tart recipes if you're interested."
She spun away to collect herself. Her human senses were so different from what she was used to, but there was still enough of her, Death of the Endless, to know that the Hannibal Lecter who just walked into her shop wasn't quite the same man she met before.