[Lance isn't sure if there's something about the conversation that's upset him or just that he's not feeling well, and he's not sure which he should hope for. But either way Lance finally manages to gather everything necessary to set the bowl of soup and a spoon in front of Rosen, and then settles back into his previous seat at the table.]

Hopefully Hannibal is a decent cook.

[Actually that makes him think of something, and he gives a small grin.]

Is being able to cook a prerequisite for becoming a psychiatrist? You can, and Hannibal apparently can too, and a friend of mine at home actually left psychiatry to become a chef. I still think it's a weird choice, but it seems to make him happy, so...

[That's what's really important. Also wow, he realizes he really wishes Doctor--or Chef, he supposes--Wyatt was here. He'd be a huge help.]