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Will stared at the beautifully plated dish. “Hannibal… is this human?”
Hannibal smiled, sipping his wine. “Will, you wound me.”
Will poked at the meat. “I’m just saying… every time I eat here, people go missing.”
Hannibal sighed dramatically. “Correlation does not imply causation.”
Will narrowed his eyes. “Then why does this steak have a wedding ring?”
Hannibal paused. “A rare… culinary accident.”
Will threw down his fork. “I’m ordering a pizza.”
Hannibal exhaled. “Fine. But if I must suffer through processed food, you’re eating it off fine china.”
Will groaned. “This is the worst relationship ever.”