It was less the 'giving beer to minors' thing - that kind of went with the aesthetic Atton was gunning for anyway - and more the part where Sparkle was the only one who didn't know Atton wasn't actually a regular drinker.

Deciding to stray away from the student-to-colleague thing, Atton boggled at the lasagne. "Man, Sparkle's been threatening to make me one of those for weeks," he said. "You really go all-out, don't you?"

Yes, this was where your efforts teaching Sparkle the culinary arts went, Hannibal: feeding a scruffy ex-assassin who'd eat nothing but junk food if he didn't have a scrawny 18-year-old to yell at him about nutrition every once in a while.