Mischa Stew

Summary: Dr. Lecter teaches his children how to make a tasty soup.

"Now, Hannibal Jr., I said that you may only have a cookie after dinner. The same goes for you, my darling Mischa."

Hannibal eyed his father sullenly before placing the cookie back into the jar. Mischa looked up between her tall father and her older brother shyly before handing over her own cookie dutifully.

"But father, I would like the cookie now!" Hannibal's forehead frowned and his stomach grumbled unhappily

"Me too, daddy!" chirped Mischa

Their father knelt down to Mischa, who was sitting on the floor with her dolly and he frowned playfully, his maroon eyes twinkling with mischief

"I do not want to have to put you in a pot and make a Mischa stew for your disobedience!"

Mischa's eyes widened and her mouth formed a small "o" in fright as her father pulled out a large silver pot.

"You see, we would put you in the middle of the pot, like this," Her father picked her up with his strong hands and placed her into the pot, "And then we would grab some carrots from the ice box and put them into the pot with you!"

Her father went to the ice box and grabbed a single baby carrot. He came back to Mischa and knelt down again.

"And then, dear Mischa, after you were all cooked, I would pick up your yummy foot, like so, "He grabbed her tiny, pink foot and lifted to his mouth, "and I would bite your big toe!"

For emphasis, he grinned and bit into the raw carrot, making a loud cracking sound before blowing a raspberry on the arch of Mischa's foot, causing her to squeal into a fit of laughter

Hannibal Jr. watched on and could not help but smile and laugh, long forgetting his lost cookie. He knelt down on the floor and proceeded to tickle his father's ribs, causing him to gasp and laugh deeply before rolling away from his son's nimble fingers. Both children took their chance and hopped onto their father and began to tickle ferociously, filling the kitchen with peels of laugher.

Their mother walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. She watched her family with amusement and it was long moments before her husband noticed her standing there. When he did, he bolted upright and grinned in embarrassment.

"H-hello, darling. I was teaching the children how to make a stew."

She smiled down at the three of them before joining them on the floor.

"Hannibal, there is no reason to be embarrassed for playing with our children."

"I know, my dear."

"Keep going then!"

He smiled at his wife before turning to the children and hushed his voice

"Who wants to learn how to make a Gateau a la Mama?"

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Later that evening, when the children were asleep, Hannibal and Clarice began to get ready for bed.

"You were adorable with the children tonight, Hannibal."

"Hmm, thank you, Clarice. They are wonderful children."

"You're a wonderful father."

"And you're a wonderful woman to let me be a father, Clarice."

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Fin

A/N I wrote this at work and thought it was cute... Until I realized I had Dr. Lecter putting his own daughter (Mischa) into a a stu... Which happened to the original Mischa... So I don't know if this is a cute story or slightly disturbing...