Hannibal pulled the chair to one side of the desk at the front of the room and sat; the desk itself had a number of dishes on it, each neatly covered or cloth-napkin-draped. He waited until he had the right number of students seated in front of him, then nodded and stood.
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Good afternoon. I am Dr. Lecter; this is The Philosophy of Food. I trust you are all in the correct place. )
"I'm Mavis Dracula. Allergic to garlic. And sunshine, but I don't know anybody who can eat that."
She glanced around the room with interest, because hey, she could always be wrong.
It occurred to her that maybe she should mention the not drinking human blood thing, but then, what vampire did, anymore? Naaah.
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Hannibal nodded. "So far as I'm aware, sunshine is only food for plants, though I would be interested to be proved wrong." He looked over the food. "There is no garlic in today's food, at least of what I've prepared. I make no promises for the mass-produced...whatever that is." He waved at the Big Mac.
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