Hannibal was not a spork lover, no.

He did, however, still have most of his spices, a lot of his booze, some frozen things that hadn't been designed to be cooked over a campfire, and a lot of shelf-stable staples.

He was ignoring that plastic cheese.

"Parmesan pepper phyllo chips," he presented to Steve, "with a pink pepper negroni, substituting orange liquor for the orange, for obvious reasons."

Good thing you couldn't get drunk, Steve; this thing would make a good try of it.