fandomhigh | Ancient Food Crimes; Friday, First Period [05/13].

Okay, this whole lack of sleep thing suuuuuucked, and Summer was just ready to get through whatever kind of weekend they were building up to so they could be done with it and move on with their lives and maybe sleep for the next few years as a result, but, right now, she had a terrible class to teach while feeling terrible, and clinging to a cup of coffee for dear life.

"Hey, everyone," she said, sighing heavily and not even caring that she was slouching on the counter of the community center's kitchen classroom and probably looking like she hadn't slept in four days because guess what she hadn't! "Welcome to Ancient Food Crimes, a class where we explore some of the most disturbing and traumatic food events of the past century, maybe a little before that, because some of the things those people did to food are too terrifying and disgusting to just ignore. Or maybe you actually like that sort of thing. Who knows? I've met all sorts of people and I've met all sorts of foods that they're still willing to put into their mouths.

"Now, I looked at the roster, and I know most of you, but there are a few names I'm less familiar with, so, lucky you guys, you're in for a treat. Anyway, my name is Summer Smith, I'm sort of notorious around here for doing terrible things to jello, and I hope to prove it to you in this course. Why do I do this? Who knows? Maybe just because it's fun."

And it got her a weird amount of validation, popularity, and a strange sense of accomplishment, three things she desperately craved even more than sleep. Yes, even right now. Give her that tasty, tasty validation, and she'll be fine never sleeping ever again.

"And I don't know how many of you are really affected by this whole sleep thing...I know it's definitely kicking my ass. So I feel like introducing you guys to some of the really messed up shit right off the bat is going to to some mega-regrettable nightmares down the road. So today, even though it deprives us of at least one truly cursed vintage recipe, I just can't in good conscious actually subject any of you to that in my current state. Well. That's not entirely true. Since I haven't been sleeping, I did make..."

And here was when she moved over to a clouche that had definitely been there the whole time and lifted it up to reveal....a monstrosity and an accompanying beverage.

"....these, soooo...."

She did not look like a proud woman in this moment, no.

"I guess what we're going to do is...since it's the first class and I'm tired as hell, is come on up, help yourself to a little bit of my sleep-deprived madness if you're feeling so bold, and tell us who you are, any allergies I should be aware of, how you've ended up in this class, and, if you can think of it, what's the worst thing you've probably ever eaten."

There was a slight pause. "I'm not sure my answer is actually appropriate for a classroom setting," she offered, and then looked over the room. "Who's next?"

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"Dr. Hannibal Lecter." He smiled and nodded to Summer. "I will always take your classes, and I am only slightly disappointed this won't be focusing on Roman or medieval food crimes."

He ate a bite of the food, shrugged, drank a sip of the drink, and grimaced. "Not something I would be inclined to serve myself. Most of the things I consider the worst are probably not what others would."

He was not a McDonald's fan.

It wasn't much of a reaction, no, but Summer might have missed it entirely because of her exhaustion, but she did catch that grimace and looked exceptionally (albeit sleepily) proud.

"Yeah, well," she offered, "I've only got seven weeks, I'm pretty sure I'd need a lot longer if we were going that far back. Plus, someone sent me a link to an Instagram about ridiculous 70s dinner parties, and I meaaaaan, when someone just hands you a goldmine..."

Hannibal shook his head. "A form of nostalgia I'm not looking forward to." If you thought they were bad, imagine being subjected to them as a pre-teen.

"How are you coping with the sleeplessness?" It had passed him by this time ~~because nobody needs a sleep-deprived cannibal. Or Hannibal with a wish~~.

"Ugh!" Summer said, with an expression that probably answered the question far better than words ever could. "Not well, I can tell you that much!"

And she probably wasn't going to even get a wish, because her player was definitely just in this for the character torture.

"I just want some sleep, is that too much to ask? Apparently, it is, because, pardon my French, Dr. Lecter, but what the fuck, Island? I'm just glad there's some people unaffected, because if this is leading up to something big tomorrow or Sunday, I am going to be useless."

She then snorted a little.

"Unless it's weakness is fucked up retro jello recipes, anyway. Then I've got this."

If only!

Hannibal chuckled. "I'm certain you'll do very well, but please feel free to drop by my home if you need a safe place to be. Or would like to discuss jello recipes or 1970s terrible food."

Summer gave a soft smile for that. "Thanks," she said. "I wouldn't want to ruin any of the surprises for you, and I'm pretty sure holing up in Barry's lab is easily one of the safest places for me to hole up."

But then she narrowed her eyes in a bitter glare.

"Even if," she all but snarled, "he refuses to keep upping the dose on a Knock-Me-Out cocktail out of 'conceeeeeerns'," oh, you better believe this came with angry finger quotes, "about my 'well being' and 'completely human constitution.'"

It was impressive how big her eyeroll could get even with her eyelids as heavy as they were, and her arms folded firmly in front of her chest.

"His stubborn and determined consideration for my health and safety absolutely disgusts me."

Which wasn't true, in the slightest, she would really appreciate it for how sweet and considerate that was....eventually. After some sleep.

Possibly all the sleep.

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"My house has magical protections," Hannibal said, "although now I'm curious how they would compare to Barry's scientific ones."

He gave her an amused look. "I would offer to give you a sedative, but I very much doubt it would work. And for all we know, it might all hit at once when whatever this is stops."

"...I see no negative aspects to this possibility at all," Summer decided. "Yes. That. Give me all of it."

"Regrettably, I don't have anything with me," Hannibal lied, because it would be weird to have sedatives on you. "I can bring it to you after class, if you like, but you will have to promise to visit myself or the clinic once this ends, just in case."

There was...a paaaaause.

"Yeah," Summer said, "sure, whatever. Definitely. I will definitely do that."

He wasn't the only one who could lie!

He was, however, much, much better at it.

If she wanted to lie, that was her own issue; Hannibal had done his due diligence.

"I'll see you after class, then. Here, or you can accompany me to my home."

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