Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2013-06-15 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, winifred burkle, zz:status complete |
Cheese anyone? (Hannibal)
Fred sat in an empty apartment, confused. Her hands rested on her lap as she tried to figure out what happened. She knew what had happened, but that didn’t mean she understood it. Why had the City taken away one of her friends? It did like taking her friends away, but she supposed everyone had lost someone. Or someones. She wasn’t the only one, and again, she knew this even if she couldn’t make herself accept it.
She’d been left the apartment, as if it was her new place of residence, but that didn’t make any sense. How could she live here? She couldn’t really afford it, could she? Not without taking cases again; she had been working on finding a new place to start the business, Angel Investigations.
“Thank you.” She sent out a soft word to Jack, wherever he was, and sucked it up. She stood and headed out to find dinner. There was also a set of offices that she wanted to peek at before actually walking through them. Once she found the offices, she stared into the small spot that wasn’t papered over, all after having walked around the building as much as she could. It was in a nice neighborhood - for now anyway. It seemed welcoming. It would do nicely if she could afford it.
With the building looked at, she started to look for something for dinner. Unfortunately, all she could find were high end boutique food shops. Gourmet all round, and while she could find something to eat, it felt odd going to such nice places. Plus, she wasn’t exactly known for her cooking. Though...some cheese could be nice.
“Cheese it is.” She started toward the cheese shop.
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Hannibal bought all his groceries the day he needed them, or at most two days before. He didn’t believe in hoarding food. He detested things that were oversaturated with preservatives. He wouldn’t eat vegetables that had been frozen, and he wouldn’t touch much of anything if it came out of a box.
Which meant that when he wished to make a lasagna for River, he needed to first head to the market for cheese and freshly made pasta. He was deciding on if he wished to also get bread, or if he wanted to make it himself, when he entered the cheese shop.
He smiled at the man behind the counter, whom he knew quite well at this point, and studied the selection in front of him. There was plenty to choose from, and he was glad of it. He’d been unsure the very first time he’d ventured out for cheese if he would find any place that suited his tastes. Gladly, he’d found this one, and hadn’t been made to suffer pre-packaged cheddars.
He looked up when the shop became occupied by another customer, and didn’t have to think to place the woman who had joined him.
“Fred.” He said, smiling a bit.
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Fred wasn’t ready to hear her name in a place like this. It wasn’t that she didn’t think people she knew wouldn’t come in to such a fine shop, but she didn’t expect them to be here now. There was a smile on her lips as she turned, and somehow it didn’t go away when she realized who had called on her. Her brows had been pulled together in a hint of confusion, so that wasn’t new.
“Mm? Oh, hi. Hannibal.” So, her voice wasn’t steady, but she wasn’t shaking in her boots or trying to run for the door. She was thrown off guard.
“Getting something for dinner?” It wasn’t that stupid a question. He might have been shopping for cheese for any number of occasions, dinner just popped in her head first. It was what she had in mind after all. Though, she’d have preferred tacos or waffles.
“The City wouldn’t show me anywhere else today, just fancy places that people who like fancy food go.” She shrugged, slipping on one side of a table to keep it between them. It wasn’t something she thought of doing on purpose, her interest in the hard cheeses there and the suggested accompaniment evident enough.