OOM: With Alana, after the events of 'Rôti'

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Dr. Hannibal Lecter is walking up the hospital corridor towards Will Graham's room, with a canvas basket containing a thermos and some covered containers.

"Alana?" he calls out, quietly.

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Alana shakes her head, paling. "I... I don't like to think of Dr. Chilton regularly," she says, "but even he didn't deserve what Dr. Gideon did to him. I'm... glad Will arrived at my house when he did."

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"He quite likely saved your life, even in his state," Hannibal says, gravely.

"But enough of that. I promised you food!"

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Alana blinks rapidly at the containers, having completely forgotten that they were there. "Oh, of course," she says, crinkling her brow. "Thank you, Hannibal, I don't remember the last time I ate."

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"I thought so," Hannibal says, putting the containers out onto the metal cart.

There is cutlery, and even a proper cloth napkin.

He opens two lids. One reveals insalata caprese, and the other pasta with salsiccia in a sauce of fresh tomatoes.

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Alana's eyes widen a little as she sets her coffee cup down. "You've done it again, Hannibal, wow," she says, smiling. "Thank you."

She selects a portion of the delectable-smelling meals, and dines with small bites. "Mm," she says. "This is delicious."

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"I had hoped so," Hannibal says. "Even an unhappy vigil in a hospital is no reason for food that is not tasty."

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"There are few good reasons for food that isn't tasty," she says, nodding. "I admit I'm made much happier by the compassionate cooking of a friend."

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"Which is my intention," Hannibal says. "I can be helpful with cooking, at least."

Happily, he watches her eat.-