Hannibal had spent most of the last day trying to straighten the house enough to find things and walk through it. He'd managed to get most of the kitchen done (priorites) and ascertained that his harpsichord was unharmed, if currently upside down. He was just going to leave it there and hope it righted itself when all this was over.

Now he was finding things to add to dinner to stretch it further. He couldn't blame Travis for stress-cooking, but he wasn't going to sit out at least helping.

So far he'd found a loaf of good sourdough, a few sausages (pork and veal) that could go in the pasta or next to it, and a block of excellent asiago. He brought that and a head of broccoli over to the fire station, along with a few bulbs of garlic and some creamery butter.

And a more than decent bottle of red wine, because he suspected that would go over well.

"Good afternoon." He nodded to Travis and unpacked his items. "I thought this might help."