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"Good morning, ladies," Hannibal greeted his class. "Since we are at the very first class this term, if you're new, you should know that it's the day for introductions. And you won't have had time to get sick of them yet." He grinned.

"For those of you who haven't met me, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Introductions in my class are as much a matter of necessity as tradition - we will be experiencing new things, and it is vitally important I know if there are things that I should be keeping from you. So. I would like for you to each give us your name and where you're from, but also any things you may be allergic to, and any foods you can't or won't eat. Also, I would like to hear if there are any particular foods or cuisines you would be interested in trying."

He spread his hands. "We have no formal syllabus this term, and there will be no grading. There is only one rule - you must be respectful. If you find a food distasteful, you needn't eat it. But you will refrain from calling it disgusting, or showing disrespect to those serving it to you. So long as you adhere to that rule, you will pass. If there are any requirements for individual trips, I will let you know prior to that day by e-mail. We won't be going anywhere this week, so please enjoy what I've made." He gestured at the food.

"Also - I have no assistant as of yet. If you would be interested, please let me know." He waved at the first girl to begin.

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"Hi, I'm Alana," Alana said, with a little wave. She was happy to start her week with a nice, easy class. "I'm from a planet called Landfall, which nobody has heard of. I'll eat about anything, but I guess I'd like to try more kinds of sushi. I've only really had California rolls."

"Welcome back, Alana. We can definitely try more sushi," Hannibal promised her, smiling. "What is Landfall's cuisine like, compared to what we have here?"

"Weirdly similar," Alana admitted. "Closest to Szechuan Chinese, I guess, but with different plants and proteins. And, y'know, we have sandwiches and candy bars and all of that. We don't live on protein shakes."

"I should hope not," Hannibal said firmly. "That sounds like it would be terrible."

"No -- um, absolutely," Alana said, because no shit wasn't the kind of thing she said in class.

At least not on the first day.

"But it seems to happen in a ton of movies. Or if it's not shakes it's pills. Or algae slime. Because that's appetizing."

Hannibal chuckled. "While I do know some very good recipes that incorporate seaweed, I promise no shakes or pills." He shook his head. "I've never understood why anybody would want to foresee a culture devoid of actual food."

"Maybe they don't want to be happy?" Alana suggested dubiously. "To be fair, if you're on a long-range space flight, you aren't going to get to eat as well as you do at home. You just can't carry that much weight."

"And foods that weigh less tend to be more bulky, which I imagine isn't desirable, either." Hannibal shrugged. "Airplanes and ships here may not always have the best food, either," especially that one from the seventies, good lord, "but that doesn't mean the rest of us need to suffer."

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