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Once, there were three fisherman. Friends and sometimes rivals, all. At the end of a long day, they came together with their catch to judge who had done the best, and found that all three of them had only caught fugu. They jested some halfhearted arguments as to the sizes, but all three knew that to make a proper meal of their catches could be deadly. None of the fishermen were willing to confess to their fear, so they went home to prepare their stew. As knowledgeable fishermen, they knew which parts were most poisonous. They removed the liver and the ovaries, and when the stew was done it smelled delicious.
But when it came time to taste, no one stepped forward. "Let us find someone else to test it," said the wisest of them. "We will bring some to the beggar in town. We will be seen doing a kindness, and in turn, he will do us one." the fishermen all nodded their agreement, and packed a bowl for the beggar. All together, they went to find the beggar. The old man was surprised but grateful, and seemed to enjoy the stew immensely. When nothing had happened to him, the fishermen delightedly returned home to partake of their meal.
The next day, the beggar saw them on their way to the water to begin their day again. He was delighted to see that they were in good health - for he had hidden the stew, and only pretended to eat when the fisherman asked how it was. He knew better than to trust a stranger.
[Hannibal pauses and gives the ghost of a smile.]
Some men are wise, and some men only believe they are so.
Fugu is the Japanese word for pufferfish. They are considered delicacies there, and rightfully so. Fugu sashimi and milt are quite excquisite. A good fugu chef will not serve the liver, as that is where the potent neurotoxin is at its most powerful: but the flesh surrounding the liver is tender, and much less poisonous. It will likely not kill a man, but good fugu will leave the lips and tongue tingling.
[The smile fills out.]
A reminder, of how close one has brushed death.
[Private to Mal]
I suppose you fared well during the latest odyssey?
[Private to Damon]
Forgive me for not saying it sooner, but your actions with Maladicta upon your arrival were inspired.
[Spam for Abigail]
[He does not bother knocking, when he reaches her door. Instead he stands outside it, carefully taping three things to her door. It is, as is his wont, artful. The first page, trimmed to have rounded edges, has German lyrics, beautifully written out. It looks calligraphic. It is taped at an angle, and, overlapping at the corner, is another page, similarly trimmed, similarly written. It is the English translation of the song.
Between the pages, he very carefully tapes a rosehip, with its many shades, red and purple and black.
When he finishes, he admires the lay out for a moment before turning to go.]
[Spam for Alana]
[He carries a manilla folder gently, so as not to smudge any of the lines within. He walks with a little smile on his face, though he doesn't offer it to anyone he passes. This smile is not for them, and neither is what he holds. When he reaches Alana's cabin door, he pauses to make certain the trip did not blur any of his carefully drawn lines, and knocks.]
But when it came time to taste, no one stepped forward. "Let us find someone else to test it," said the wisest of them. "We will bring some to the beggar in town. We will be seen doing a kindness, and in turn, he will do us one." the fishermen all nodded their agreement, and packed a bowl for the beggar. All together, they went to find the beggar. The old man was surprised but grateful, and seemed to enjoy the stew immensely. When nothing had happened to him, the fishermen delightedly returned home to partake of their meal.
The next day, the beggar saw them on their way to the water to begin their day again. He was delighted to see that they were in good health - for he had hidden the stew, and only pretended to eat when the fisherman asked how it was. He knew better than to trust a stranger.
[Hannibal pauses and gives the ghost of a smile.]
Some men are wise, and some men only believe they are so.
Fugu is the Japanese word for pufferfish. They are considered delicacies there, and rightfully so. Fugu sashimi and milt are quite excquisite. A good fugu chef will not serve the liver, as that is where the potent neurotoxin is at its most powerful: but the flesh surrounding the liver is tender, and much less poisonous. It will likely not kill a man, but good fugu will leave the lips and tongue tingling.
[The smile fills out.]
A reminder, of how close one has brushed death.
[Private to Mal]
I suppose you fared well during the latest odyssey?
[Private to Damon]
Forgive me for not saying it sooner, but your actions with Maladicta upon your arrival were inspired.
[Spam for Abigail]
[He does not bother knocking, when he reaches her door. Instead he stands outside it, carefully taping three things to her door. It is, as is his wont, artful. The first page, trimmed to have rounded edges, has German lyrics, beautifully written out. It looks calligraphic. It is taped at an angle, and, overlapping at the corner, is another page, similarly trimmed, similarly written. It is the English translation of the song.
Between the pages, he very carefully tapes a rosehip, with its many shades, red and purple and black.
When he finishes, he admires the lay out for a moment before turning to go.]
[Spam for Alana]
[He carries a manilla folder gently, so as not to smudge any of the lines within. He walks with a little smile on his face, though he doesn't offer it to anyone he passes. This smile is not for them, and neither is what he holds. When he reaches Alana's cabin door, he pauses to make certain the trip did not blur any of his carefully drawn lines, and knocks.]
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[Give him the deets.]
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[And more than that: the Piemaker makes his living via comfort food. He's a naturally comforting person. He wants to be able to fix things, even for people he distinctly doesn't like.
And he can never bring himself to abandon someone]
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More wardens should follow your example, I think.
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Are there other wardens antagonizing you?
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There is nothing to be concerned by.
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Tell me. I'll talk to them.
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I appreciate the offer, Ned, but I don't see anything to be gained by it.
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I don't want anyone to get hurt. You or them.
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[Lie]
I am not interested in being killed again.
[LIIIEEEE]
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What are you interested in?
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What do you believe I am interested in?
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[Because hell no is he not going into Hannibal's deeper motivation. He doesn't have the capacity]
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Those certainly are two. I do miss being able to increase my wardrobe.
[Especially considering his suits keep getting ruined.]
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Mal doesn't let you pick up replacements in port?
Though we haven't actually..been at port in a while.
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I wouldn't know, because you are quite right: we haven't been to a suitable one in quite some time.
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Is there a lot of call to be wearing suits around the Barge? I always thought suits were more of a special occasion sort of dress.
[The Piemaker owns one suit, total. With a clip-on tie]
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I save tuxes for special occasions. But I prefer to dress to suit my profession.
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And I don't think cufflinks work well when you're rolling dough.
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Certainly not. I am very careful with my clothes in the kitchen.
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I've noticed. You're always very...precise. Precise and neat.
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I do strive to be.
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Get really really messy?
On purpose?
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