Dinner tonight, by the time Elsa made her way to Barry's room, just so happened to be only slightly burnt bruschetta and some potatoes baked in goose fat, courtesy of Hannibal's cooking class. Elsa was proud of both, but allowed that neither were exactly suitable for a full meal, so she'd also stopped at Il Pollo to pick up a tray of 'something healthy,' which turned out to be a lovely chicken pesto dish, served on whole wheat pasta.

"We've only gotten as far as potatoes this week in class," she explained as she set the dish down, blushing. "The potatoes are mine, though."