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“What are you up to in here?”
Will smelled something baking and secretly hoped for more fussy little cookies he had teased Hannibal about making last week.
“I am roasting sugar pumpkins in autumnal spices, to be served with honeyed cream and crystalized ginger.”
“Autumnal spices, huh?” Will teased. “What kind of spices we talking?”
“Cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, allspice, a bit of mace.”
“Hannibal, are you baking a pumpkin spice latte?”
Hannibal frowned, whisking the heavy cream into soft peaks. “Absolutely not. There is nary a coffee bean in sight.”
“You’re baking a pumpkin spice latte.”
“Autumnal spiced, thank you.”