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Beverly pulls open the email Freddy sent out again, this time with a mouthful of three-cheese pizza.
"Damn," she says. "I didn't think Hannibal would be so hot."
The group's tense energy has sense faded; Freddie Lounds is a problem for another day.
Will groans. "Really? This is what we're doing right now?"
"Yeah, Graham," she tells him. "You've been holding out on us! If you're not gonna give me pictures, I'll have to go for Freddie's dirty ones."
"Oooh!" Jimmy exclaims, setting down his glass of tap water on the floor. He crawls over to the couch, where Beverly is spread out. "I didn't see any dirty ones before!"
Beverly rolls her eyes. "Dirty as in dubiously gathered, you perv." She leans off the edge of the couch to show Jimmy the photos, her hair falling upside down. "Besides, I thought Brian was the gross sex one."
Brian, this time, was in the bathroom and was unable to protest.
"Oh, you know," Jimmy chuckles. "You rub off on each other long enough, things start to stick." He winks at Will.
Will groans again, but is ignored.
"He looks so European," Jimmy says, pinching the screen to zoom in on Hannibal's features. "I guess he must me, with a name like Hannibal."
Will decides they'd go ham if he told them he had an accident. He pulls out his laptop and begins working on his next essay for Chilton's class.
In the background, Jimmy and Beverly coo over what a hunk Hannibal is, and Will guesses it's a good thing he's not the only one that thinks so.