22 Phoenix Place, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had settled on an impromptu dinner party mostly out of curiosity as to what had happened to everybody else this weekend. He hadn't had much time to prepare, of course, but his "last minute meals" were anyone else's gourmet, so he wasn't too worried.

He set the food out around the room more or less buffet style, opened the bar, and set out good bottles of wine and home-brewed beer. It was a fairly educated guess that some of his guests would need it.

[OOC: If Hannibal knows you, you're invited for dinner. NM, no OCD or I'll never get this up for looking at food. Mod gourmet things and mingle!]

Comments

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"This version of me was boring. It's okay too say that. I was boring," Hatter said, shaking his head. "What an awful person I was."

[sharp_as_knives]

"A horrible crime to be dull," Hannibal agreed. "I try to avoid it myself at all costs."

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"It's something I'm going to have to correct the next time this island decides to get...quirky," Hatter decided. "As it is, I'll just make up for my formerly boring self by being anything but normally."

[sharp_as_knives]

"A wonderful idea." Hannibal toasted him. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with."