Will's eyes fell to Sabine's hand, but he only hesitated for a moment before he took it, allowing her to lead him toward the spread of food she'd prepared. His gaze moved over the items she'd set out, and his stomach growled immediately. "Well, it smells amazing," he told Sabine, turning to her with a smile.

"It's been so long since I've eaten good, fresh food like this," he said, inhaling the scent of the spices deeply. "I was good at catching fish, but not great at preparing it," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "I've always relied on friends who can cook to do something good with it." Of course he couldn't help the way his thoughts went to Hannibal, and he was surprised, after all this time, that the memories were more fond than they probably should have been.

"If I could catch fish here, I'd be on your doorstep immediately, seeing about one of your Creole dishes," he said. "I haven't eaten Creole food since I was a kid."