Alcuin nodded, and after Hannibal left, he looked around for a moment, but then decided he'd go back to his own room. He ran into a couple of the employees on the way and explained to them that he was fine, and then took a long shower. Once he was alone he found himself uncharacteristically in the middle of something of a panic attack. It had all just been... too much. Memories of the night before came flooding back to him, and it was quite a while before he was able to compose himself and get dressed.

But by the time he came downstairs... he was perfect again. He smiled. "It smells wonderful."