Who says the Ripper case can't cause love?

Chapter Three

Hannibal nods and goes back to cooking. He plates everything and puts the plates in front of all of them and refreshes the wine glasses who needed it. Then, he sat down next to Will. "You really didn't have to do this, Doctor Lector." Sara exclaimed, putting her book down. "If I knew ahead of time, I would've been a bit more properly dressed.." She smiled, referring to her t-shirt, hoodie and black pants. Will watches as Hannibal serves everyone, then sits forward to reach his food better once he sits down. When Sara speaks up, he glances at her, then at her clothing. He pauses and looks down at himself, suddenly feeling underdressed as well. He then waits for some sort of sign that shows him it's okay to begin eating, out of politeness.
"Looks delicious," he says as he stares down at the plate in front of him. "What is it?" Sara stared at it curiously, a blank expression on her pale face. "I agree with Will, this looks lovely, but, what kind of meat is this? Pork, beef, venison?" Hannibal shrugs rather slightly. "It was on short notice. You hardly had a proper notice, consider it my fault." At the question at what kind of meat it was, his lip twitched. "Sautéed lamb with Merlot." Will nods in approval of the dish, then grabs his fork and knife to begin eating. He places a piece of meat in his mouth and chews for a moment before commenting.
"Tender," he says and glances towards Hannibal. "My compliments to the chef." Sara's eyes widened in shock, smiling. "My goodness. Doctor Lector, this is amazing!! Where did you learn to cook so well?" Hannibal's lip twitches again as it always does when people eat his food. "Thank you." He considers the next question for a moment. "I trained myself. I transfered my passion of anatomy to the culinary arts." She nodded as she kept eating, her eyes on Will. "Well, they sure taught you well."