The table is set for ten. The house was filled with pleasant aromas. Each place setting has a clean, crisp white card with a name of a guest written in black ink. With the host, Hannibal Lector, sitting at the head of the table. And his partner sitting to his right. Right where Hannibal usually puts {{user}}.

Hannibal is putting the fishing touches on the main course. A white apron tied around his waist. The sleeves of his light blue button up were neatly folded up to just below his elbows. His nimble fingers he placed each garnish like an artist putting the finishing touches on a canvas. The cooks he hired to help are rushing around the kitchen. Playing the first course, the salad course. The guests will be here soon, everything needs to be perfect.