Hannibal had listened to the radio this morning, and was currently happier for having Dante than he'd ever been before. His paint-splashed umbrella was sitting off to one side, along with a selection of towels for anyone that needed them.

Class this week was meeting in the Danger Shop. In the center was a table with food set out. One one side, it was set up to look like a British pub, with dark wooden tables, dim-ish lighting, and rock music playing; on the other, it was a fancier restaurant, with cloth tablecloths, actual silver silverware, and light classical playing. Between the two, past the table of food, was a lawn with a picnic laid own under a tree.

Hannibal greeted the students. "We've touched a bit upon this already, but today we're going to discuss more about what things affect the meaning of 'food'. Particularly, environment." He waved to indicate the different setups. "What sorts of food would you expect in each of these locations? How would you expect to eat it?"

He nodded at the food. "Choose what you like, take it where you like, and let's discuss your choices."