Mischa giggled and held up a bit of mushroom to her mother's lips. "Daddy loves Mommy too." Hannibal smiled. "Yes he does, very much. And that isn't strictly true, your mother helps me to cook on occasions. She is a wonderful cook. You like her pies, don't you, Mischa?" The little girl nodded vigorously. "Bestest pies in the world." "Best." Hannibal gently corrected. "Best." Mischa repeated and nodded.