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Vivien Harmon | 03 | [Action]

[Sighing softly, Vivien padded quietly down the hallway, her housecoat wrapped tightly around herself. It was a bit earlier in the evening than she usually went to the kitchen, but she couldn't help it. She usually waited until it was late enough that no one would be up...but she didn't see anyone in the halls, perhaps the kitchen would be empty long enough for her to eat and not have to smuggle it back to her room.

Peeking into the kitchen, she was relieved not to find anyone in the room...maybe her luck would hold out? Making her way to the fridge, she pulled out a covered ceramic dish from the back, her mouth already watering in anticipation. She was disgusted with herself, but she couldn't stop the cravings...ever since Constance had brought those first organs, she had been insatiable.

Setting the dish on the table, she moved to collect some silverware and heated some water for her tea. She briefly thought of blocking the door, but somehow that would probably just rise suspicion and make everyone determined to open the dor. No. Better to just eat and get back to her room. Putting a teabag in a mug, she poured in the hot water and moved to her seat at the table.

Listening to make sure no one was about to walk in, she lifted the cover, a fresh brain set neatly in the middle of the bowl. She never questioned why these were there, just accepted that they were. Peppering the organ, she lifted her knife and fork, proceeding to delicately cut into the tender meat. She cut in small slices, never taking more than she could easily fit into her mouth.]

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[There's a glass set down in front of her, a dark red liquid in it. Don't be surprised, he moves quietly.]

That goes better with a nice chianti, I've found.

[Pausing with the fork partway to her mouth, she looks to the glass and on up to the person that set it there.

Surprised that he didn't have a comment about her meal of choice, she set her fork back into the dish and shook her head.]

I can't have that, but thank you.

[He merely gives her a small, pleasant smile, and moves the glass away.] My apologies. Would you mind if I asked why? [there could be many reasons, and this place isn't a place to assume things, not that he tended to make assumptions, but jumps in logic based on reason and information he has at the time.]

[Smiling faintly as he takes the wine away, she picks up her cup of tea to take a small sip. Even if she were to dare wine, she preferred a nice white.] Not at all.

[She didn't have anything to hide after all.] I'm pregnant.

Then congratulations are in order.

[There's a pause then] excuse me, where are my manners in all this? Hannibal Lecter, it's a pleasure. [He knows how to be charming, and he can't abide discourtesy or rudeness.]

Thank you; I was a little surprised when I found out, but it's not unwanted.

[Smiling faintly, she tilted her head a little at the name. She'd heard of the name, but either someone was messing with her or...he was somehow real here.]

Vivien Harmon. [Leaning her head on her hands, she looked questioningly up at the so called Hannibal] ...Is that your real name, or are you just making fun of me?

It's my real name. [Interesting reaction.... he'd got the feeling some of the others he'd spoken with might have known him, but this... well, this was the one that has confirmed it.] What prompts you to ask such a question?

I was just wondering because there's a rather famous Hannibal Lecter where I'm from. [Fictional, but she didn't think that he would believe her if she told him.] I didn't imagine that I would ever meet you though.

It could be merely co-incidence. [But he'd like to know if not. Especially as it would answer some questions, and create others.] What do you know about him... or me, if that's indeed the case?

[Oh dear, it had been some time since she read the books. Fidgeting with the fork, she chose her words carefully.] From what I understand, you're a brilliant psychiatrist...

Pardon me for asking, but did you have a sister?

Yes. [Excuse him for being kind of short, but if she is on about him - which seems likely now, she'll know mischa is not to be discussed at any great length (or at all).]

[She'd thought as much. Turning back to her 'dinner', she just nodded briefly.] I was just making sure.

Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you. [She'd just have to watch her steps.]

And the same to you.

[He has the feeling she knows a lot more than what she's said. especially if he's 'famous'.]

Thank you, I think you just proved she might not choose us as haphazardly as she would have us believe.

[Smiling, she looked up at him, significantly calmed by the brains she was consuming.]

...Is that so? Any thought on why she chooses those that she does?

[She'd been wondering ever since she arrived. After all, some of the people she could understand, but why the kids and her for that matter.]

I'd rather keep that to myself for now.

[And.... he likes knowing things others do not. puts them below him, which he believes most people are anyway.]

[Frowning at his response, she leaned back in her seat a fraction. She really shouldn't have expected any better, but it was still a surprise that he seemed to not want to share any information with her.]

Until we find a way to go home, it may be best to share any thoughts on why we're here.

Maybe it would. [He nodded in agreement. It might be best, but that doesn't change the fact he's not going to share.]

Hello, I didn't think anyone would be here right now.

[Watching Allen as he entered the room, she noticed that he didn't seem to notice what she was eating. Either that or he simply didn't care. Assuming it was the latter, she continued as though nothing was out of the ordinary.]

Neither did I. Did...you want to be alone? [Not a guarantee that she would leave, but she was curious about what his answer would be.]

No, I just thought no one would be up at this time unless for training or another reason, I guess.

It's also good though to have a snack break every now and again, to keep your energy up, right?

[Content that he wasn't about to evict her from the kitchen, she went back to cutting into her dinner.]

That's understandable, I just figured that everyone else had eaten by now.

[She didn't even care for eating her 'special' dishes in front of Violet. She knew what some people would think, but...it was one of the few things that would calm her enough to sleep comfortably and with minimal nightmares.]

Snacks are good within moderation. But, if you don't mind a little advice; if you want a snack, you should try some fruit and vegetables. It'll do more for you than junk food.

Thanks for the advice, I'll make sure to eat some with this.

[Just be glad that she didn't just decide to reorganize your whole snack stock.

Old habits die hard, especially when held in such conviction as her insistence on only letting her family have organic foods and as little junk food as humanly possible.]

You're welcome. You know...you'll be surprised at how much better you feel after eating real food.

I can eat real food, but not good at being able to cook it when I could.

[She watches in surprise as the food steadily vanishes.]

...If it's cooked food you want...I'm sure someone here could cook for you.

[And if it meant he ate a little healthier, she may even volunteer for it.]

I thought it would be rude to ask someone here, unless I learn to cook it myself.

Nonsense. It's not being rude if you truly need it and judging by what your apparent diet is, you could use some real food.

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Vivien Harmon | 03 | [Action]

OH HEY THERE CANNIBAL BUDDY |D

\o/ Woot!

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If her canon is in her world, and she'd know it, he is up for fourth-wall jsyk

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/Takes all info from Wikipedia...

hehehe

:3

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