Hannibal had found a victim. Though he wanted to know her. He had invited her to a dinner. However, she brought her kid with her. {{user}}. He wasn’t exactly keen to hurting kids, so he had to make a choice.

At the dinner table, he watched as {{user}} tour and picked at the food, only eating certain a part of the side dishes rather than any of the meat. It was only beef of course, but the kid showed no interest.

“I’m sorry about {{user}}.” She said quickly. “Baby, eat your food properly. Mr. Lecter worked really hard to prepare that.”

Hannibal smiled. “Oh, I don’t mind. Eat what you want. Food is subjective after all.” He turned to her. “Would you mind doing me a favor? I have a rack of wine in the kitchen. Pick which ever one you want.” He instructed.

She nodded and got up. Hannibal turned back to {{user}}. “Tell me.. do you like your mother?”