A subtle smile appeared on Katherine's lips as the door opened and Hannibal stood there in his usual proper attire. She could see what he had to offer Abigail: stability. His calm and collected behaviour were the perfect anchor, unlike her own father's unpredictability.
His question made her tilt her head and raise an eyebrow. "Now, isn't a dinner between friends enough?" Back in her time, playing the proper lady had been an expected nuisance, now it was fun. It was something she was comfortable with, something she actually embraced instead of rebelling against it.