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Hannibal's house, Wednesday evening
Hannibal had moved back to Fandom, and that clearly demanded a housewarming party. He could put it off until next week, but where was the fun in that?
So, Hannibal had sent out invitations to everyone on the island that he knew or that had a publicly accessible email address. dinner party tonight, 22 Phoenix place.
He had made an entire menu for the evening. If it largely consisted of things like chocolate, oysters, asparagus, figs, and so forth, well... This was Hannibal.
[open party is open!]
So, Hannibal had sent out invitations to everyone on the island that he knew or that had a publicly accessible email address. dinner party tonight, 22 Phoenix place.
He had made an entire menu for the evening. If it largely consisted of things like chocolate, oysters, asparagus, figs, and so forth, well... This was Hannibal.
[open party is open!]

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Well, no.
Did Beaker, technically speaking, have a reason to be here?
Also no.
But here he was, with a natty little bow tie and a bottle of the nine dollar-ist wine he could procure, knocking on Hannibal's door.
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There would be others, he devoutly hoped. Otherwise the conversation would be somewhat lacking.
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(At all.)
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"Thank you." He nodded politely. "Please, allow me to get you some food."
There was no excuse to be a bad host.
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(Could a Muppet eat an oyster and look sexy? No. No, he could not.)
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"So, are you planning on spending more time in Fandom, then?" he asked.
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There had been a lab incident and Dr. Honeydew had recommended staying low for a while.