fandomtownies | Conversational Lithuanian, Tuesday evening

Hannibal had scrubbed up a bit quickly before class, but there was still a bit of paint under his nails, which he was picking at. His manicurist would be horrified, but that was why he paid her to put up with him. He was wearing a very expensive and stylish blazer, a white button-up, and leather pants with a well-worn pair of lace-up Doc Martens. He was sitting on the desk, and nodded and smiled as the others filed in.

"Bonsoir! I thought tonight we would be hopeful and go over a bit of Spring vocabulary." He made a face at the weather. "On the assumption that eventually it will grace us with its presence."

He hopped up and wrote on the board:

Spring: le printemps	Warm, hot: chaud
Flowers: les fleurs	Rain: la pluie
Mud: la boue	Sun: le soleil
To warm up: réchauffer	To bloom: fleurir
To sunbathe: bronzer	To swim: nager
To take a walk: se promener	To enjoy: savourer

"J'espère que nous aurons l'occasion d'utiliser ces mots bientôt! What are you all hoping for in Spring?"

Yeah, if you were hoping for Lithuanian, you'd probably have to try somewhere else.

[OOC: Yep, still Artiste!Hannibal. He grew up in France; why would he speak Lithuanian? His Russian's much worse, too, but his German and Spanish are better!]

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You came to learn French, didn't you?

Kenzi Malkovic

Jonothon Starsmore

Jack Priest

Why this isn't Lithuanian, how he gets those pants on...

"...."

Not that Kenzi had anything against French. Just. What happened to Lithuania? On the other hand: great shoes, Doc.

Frankly, Jono didn't care much about Lithuanian or French at the moment. He was mostly just here to see what the damage was this week.

...

Actually, he couldn't disapprove of the leather. That would be rather hypocritical, really.

Jack raised a hand. "Pourquoi enseignez-vous français? N'est-ce pas la classe lituanien?"

Not that he minded a chance to chatter in French. It was just ... curious.

Hannibal gave Jack a really odd look. "Lituanien? Pourquoi diable voudrais-je apprendre cela? J'ai pas parlé depuis que j'avais trois ans! Peut-être que vous êtes dans la mauvaise classe?"

"J'ai été dans cette classe tout l'hiver," retorted Jack. "Jusqu'à aujourd'hui, nous avons appris de la Lituanien. Je pense que the Island a disparu drôle sur vous."

"À ma connaissance, l'île reste inchangé," Hannibal answered. "Mais, je ne parle pas lituanien. Je n'ai pas habité là depuis que je suis tout petit enfant."

Jack dropped the French. Arguing wasn't getting anywhere.

"All right. Never mind then."

Hannibal shrugged. "You don't sound as if you need a class in French, but you're welcome to stay for the food, anyway."

"I don't, but I will," Jack told him. "The food's worth staying for."

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Hannibal grinned and nodded. "When I thought to teach this, I wondered if nobody would show up. But food brings everybody."

Talk about Spring!

"My chef for tonight has made," Hannibal dug the card out of his pocket, "Vol-au-vents filled with Suprême cheese, cured ham and prunes, Mushroom Risotto Verrine with Saint Albray, Chaumes-Stuffed Portabello Mushrooms
, and Profiteroles with almond ice cream and chocolate sauce. I hope you enjoy."

What, you thought he was going to cook? He employed a chef for a reason. That reason mainly being he was banned from the kitchen of everyone that knew him.

This was way better than no-food and a mobster, last week. Kenzi would be eating those mushrooms and profiteroles like she thought someone was going to take them away from her.

//You have a chef?//

Of all of the things going on here today, that was probably the one that had Jono the most baffled. The idea of Hannibal not cooking for himself was far stranger than the idea of him teaching fluffy words about spring in French while wearing trousers not unlike the ones he had worn through high school, himself.

//... Did you say almond ice cream?//

DON'T YOU JUDGE HIM. HE'D BEEN TWENTY YEARS WITHOUT A MOUTH.

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at him. "Same as every week. It's that or live on raw food." Or takeout, but yuck. He was still careful about what he put in his body, thank you.

He smiled at Jono. "Should we start there today?"

//Can't really blame me for wanting to start with dessert in this case, can you?//

Almond ice cream.

Almond ice cream.

//I always was a little backwards.//

Hannibal chuckled. "Dessert is always a good place to start." He put one of the profiteroles on a plate. "I think Jean-Claude makes the ice cream himself, too." He shrugged. What did he know about cooking? The man seemed very proud of it, anyway.

He took a small bite, making sure to get some ice cream, pastry, and chocolate in it.

Jono probably should have taken a seat, first. Really. As it stood, he was halfway to weak in the knees before the ice cream had even started to melt on Hannibal's tongue.

//Good lord, he should be proud of himself, then...//

He was going to just kind of lean against this wall, in no way propping himself up here, honest.

Hannibal grinned. "I'll be sure to tell him." Really, Jono, you were just too easy.

He's here! And not nearly as intimidating as last week!

Damn it, now I'm hungry again!

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