Jinn filed that away in his memory, the banks of which were already littered with so much flotsam, and watched as Hannibal assembled the dish.
There was something precise in his movements that bespoke a rare confidence. His impeccable clothes confirmed it. Most cooks wouldn't usually be so put-together - although perhaps that was simply Jinn's limited experience leading him to the wrong conclusion.
"We can eat and do all that humans do," he replied, leaning against a counter, well out of the way. "But we also survive without it. I was made an offering of dates and olives, once. That was pleasant." He studied the doctor for a long beat. "Have you met my kind before? You seem at ease." Unusually so.