OOM: Cooking at the Four Seasons

[cook_the_rude]

 The restaurant is locked down, but a little foray into a side alley and three minutes with a set of lockpicks get Hannibal and Noriko into the kitchen of the closed restaurant.

When he turns on the lights rows of gleaming professional cook stations made of stainless steel shimmer in the flickering neon. Hannibal opens the walk-in fridge, and takes a few minutes to view it all.

"Even the mushrooms are still good," he says. "What would you like to eat?"

Comments

[electro_kinetic]

"They don't usually bother me. But I'd assume close your eyes," she says. "I understand why they make people's eyes water, though."

[cook_the_rude]

"You have to be fast, so the fumes don't manage to creep up," Hannibal says.

[electro_kinetic]

"Speed I can manage," she says. "You've never seen me run at my top speed, have you? Teach me how to do this."

[cook_the_rude]

He shows her, careful at first, then speeding up.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko takes a moment to adjust to speeding up, but as she goes she gets fast enough that the knifeblade is only a silvery blur in her hands, eyes never leaving the cutting board. Her slices are thin, and while not exactly uniform, the differences are only in milimeters.

Very quietly she speaks up, not lifting her head. "What does it taste like?" she asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"Human flesh?" Hannibal asks.

[electro_kinetic]

"Yes," she says, finally looking up but not at him. "What does it taste like? Why do you eat it?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Because I can," Hannibal says. "And it tastes like meat -- very good meat. Somewhere between veal and horse."

[electro_kinetic]

"What would you do if you couldn't?" she asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"Nothing. As I do in Milliways," Hannibal says. "It's a luxury that I can easily do without."

[electro_kinetic]

"And if I asked you to do without it tonight?" she asks.