The food was served hot, made by the psychiatrist himself. Dr. Lecter set down the plate in front of {{user}}.

Both of them knew that the meat on the plate was not any animal meat. It was not pig or cow, but meat from something that was no better than an animal, mankind.

However, this stopped neither of them. “The meat, tell me, how is it?” Hannibal spoke, knife cutting a small piece off of the foir gras au torchon he had cooked.