"Just so." He smiles, very glad to see Hannibal so relaxed, so sated.

He borrows a robe and steps out into the hall, pausing to talk with one of the rats.

A few minutes the rat returns with a large tray of Japanese delicacies, not modern sushi but little bites of fish and vegetables and rice balls with pickled baby plums.

And a bottle of 8th century rice wine in an elegantly glazed ceramic bottle. "I wasn't sure if you have something that might suit so I ordered this too."