"47." Hannibal smirked a little while he looked at the salad he was constructing. It didn't surprise him in the least that River should know that, or that she'd taken whatever amount of time she had to discover it. Some part of him had actually expected it.
"No, I don't always do it for the same reasons, you're right. But everybody is deserving of it in some way."
He wished he knew where Death had gone off to, so that he could follow up on that rain check. She'd seemed honestly interested.