Re: Mischa Lecter || Hannibal
"A buffet line, I would imagine," Mischa was having fun toying with such a terrible thought. "Serving ourselves," she offered again with a grin and pleasant little laugh. It was all a joke, of course. Although, it was true Mischa would not tolerate incompetence from professionals, she would never do anything that would place Hannibal's party in jeopardy.
"The Orange County natives, I trust?" As her blue-green eyes flickered across the amassing crowd, Mischa didn't recognize a face beyond the host and his ward. Good lord, did that woman have piercing and purple hair? She averted her eyes so as not to rudely stare. A man with a pretty girl on his arm, she made quick mental inventory of the room for future mingling.
"Abigail looks beautiful tonight. I must compliment you on the choice of her dress," she smiled slyly behind her flute. Mischa knew her brother's tastes when she saw it. "You must permit me steal her away one of these days, Hannibal. I feel it is a shame I barely know such an enchanting young woman."