Daisy

inglenookie:

“Did you remember the purple basil?”

“Shit. … I’m sorry.”

“I suppose I can manage without it.”

“I did pick up a little surprise though.”

“Oh?”

“You won’t find it in the bag.”

“… Shall I frisk you then?”

“Hannibal.”

“Perhaps later.”

“As if I could stop you.”

“Well, where is it?”

“You’ll have to come outside.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s another dog.”

“Nope. Not a dog.”

“… Will?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s a goat.”

“I know.”

“… Will?”

“Yes, Hannibal?”

“It’s eating the garden.”

“She’s probably hungry.”

“She?”

“Her name is Daisy. They were going to slaughter her.”

“Goat can be quite delicious when the properly prepared.”

“Hannibal!”

“What?”

“She can hear you.”

“Oh. …. Je m’excuse, Mademoiselle Daisy.”

“That’s better.”

“Dare I ask what her purpose is? If not to end up on our table?”

“She’ll take care of the lawn.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“My time is better spent on other things.”

“Such as?”

“Well, your grocery shopping for one.”

“With the occasional omission.”

“The fucking basil.”

“Purple, actually.”

“You have to rub it in.”

“You’d be disappointed if I didn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

“… Hannibal.”

“Yes, Will?”

“She’s watching.”

“Perhaps she’ll learn something.”

“So this is … educational?”

“Entirely.”