Hannibal's House: After-BDE Trauma Party

[sharp_as_knives]

Yet another island oddity had come and gone, and yet again it seemed to have taken a mental and physical toll on several people Hannibal rather liked. So tonight he was cooking comfort foods and low-snobbery (but still gourmet) snacks, tea, and hot chocolate, and his bar was very well stocked.

He'd talked to the other researchers and sent messages to his friends welcoming them to join him if they wanted (except for Jono's, which had been more of a politely worded demand for his presence), but the lights in the house were on and the door was open, if anyone else felt they needed company.

Or just to sit in the corner and cry. Hannibal wouldn't judge. He might take notes, though.

There was food:
Mini grilled-cheese sandwiches (artisan cheese, home-baked bread, probably some with moddable! things like capers or veggies or ham)
Tiny meat pies
Roasted potatoes with salt and rosemary
French fries which tried for greasy and didn't quite have the heart to make it, sorry Jono!
Tiny pies of moddable fruit
Ice cream of several flavors (lavender and honey! vanilla bean! dark chocolate! moddable!)
Chocolate truffles of various moddable! flavors
Other assorted moddable, go to town! things

And drink - if it's a high-end liquor, it's here. Also home-brewed people beer and good wine, both dry and sweet.

[OOC: Open post is open! NM; just put it all here, no OCD.]

Comments

[furnaceface]

Sometimes Cecil really made Jonothon wonder if the English they were both speaking was actually the same language at all.

//This was an added level in unfairness,// he offered. //I would've far rather spent my time not actively trying to kill my friends.//

[voiceoverdue]

"Yeah, me too." Did Jono mind another hug? Because he was probably getting one. "Though I guess I was more luring them to their death. Do you want a drink? 'Cause I do." He was horrible at saying nothing, but very good at drinking to forget!

[furnaceface]

//I'll take as many drinks as you're willing to share with me,// Jono replied, honestly. And gratefully. //Today's an excellent day for drinking, mate. Thank you.//

[voiceoverdue]

"The best day," Cecil agreed. He scrambled up and over to the bar long enough to get some very good tequila, elderflower liqueur (because there was no scorpion, ugh), and a glass, and brought them both back to the couch.

"I hope this is okay." He poured a good amount of both liquids into the glass and started in. "I plan on drinking a lot of it."

[furnaceface]

//If you plan on drinking a lot of it, I plan on enjoying a lot of it as you do,// Jono replied, nodding his approval. //Let's get absolutely bloody pissed, mate.//

Best coping plan was clearly the best.

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil grinned and nodded firmly. "I'll drink to that!"