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Luke's, Friday

So, on the one hand, Luke's was entirely free of any bugs or singing about what day it is!

On the other, there was a weirdly high percentage of moody country music.

"Where the hell did you find that?!" Eliot demanded. The cook, slowly turning purple, attempted to get his feet back on the floor and flailed his smart phone in Eliot's face. Eliot glared at the phone, grabbed it, then dropped the cook. "I'm pretty sure I told Hardison to get rid of this."

"Aww," said the dishwasher. "You think things can be deleted from the internet. That's adorable."

That would be around when the busboy found a particular Japanese sports drink commercial, and Eliot started to ponder whether or not he could actually kill the internet.

Today's specials
Fried eel
Corn salsa and chips
Coconut lime butter cookies

Luke's was open.

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At least the music here doesn't veer strangely off key.

Any minute now, someone was going to find out about Jack the Bear.

Around dinner time, Hannibal reluctantly picked up his phone. He wasn't going to be able to cook for himself, which left him (god forbid!) at the mercy of restaurants.

He dialed one of the local places and waited.

A phone call. Just what he needed to distract him from just how many YouTube videos he'd apparently ended up in.

"Luke's," he said. "How can I help you?"

Hannibal smiled as he recognized the voice. "Ah, Mr. Spencer. Hello; it's Dr. Lecter."

Creepy charity dinner guy. Why the hell was he calling a diner?

"Doctor," Eliot said. And because he was a professional, even when it came to answering the phone at a one day a week job, he didn't actually say "why the hell are you calling?" "How are you?"

"I have been better," Hannibal allowed, giving a chuckle as hoarse as the rest of his voice. "I'm very pleased to hear it's you there today." Eliot had seemed to know what he was about with food, at least. "I find myself rather at a loss for a kitchen presently. Tell me, do you deliver locally?"

What, you mean and give Eliot a chance to scope out creepy guy's home turf?

"Dunno about the official policy, but I think something can be arranged."

Creepy guy's home turf at the moment mostly consisted of drop cloths and sawdust, but whatever floated Eliot's boat!

"That would be wonderful," Hannibal said, smiling. "I should like something not terribly difficult to swallow, and high in iron; apart from that, shall I leave it to your discretion? You know your food best."

"Any dietary restrictions?" It was a decent bet that anyone willing to place a nonspecific order wasn't a vegetarian or anything, but you never know. Some people were idiots.

AHAHAHA! No. Hannibal was not a vegetarian. Nor an idiot.

"I have a terrible aversion to bad food," he told Eliot wryly.

"You'd be surprised how rare that is," Eliot said. "I think I can whip something up. What's the address?"

"Phoenix Place," Hannibal answered. "I'm not certain if there's a number, but it's the only house on the road."

"I'll find it. Gimme about, uh." He scanned the kitchen. "45 minutes. Gonna take some time to get the meat nice and tender for ya."

"Thank you. I appreciate that." Hannibal was probably smirking a little.

What? Anybody would notice that pun; you didn't have to be a cannibal!

And if Hannibal were a woman, Eliot would likely have several more puns where that came from.

As it was, he just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. See you in a bit."

"Yes," Hannibal agreed. "Thank you."

The internet didn't want to give me an easy link for Jack the Bear. *sigh*

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