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.]

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[vdistinctive]

"Well, technically at one. It wasn't evil, just being used as a battleground by Russian mobsters." Eliot shrugged. "They were pretty good at using the rides as weapons, though."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Points for innovation, I suppose. Nobody was hurt apart from them, I hope?" By which he meant the children, if the carnival had been open, but it seemed polite to include the adults in that.

[vdistinctive]

"We faked an emergency to get the place evacuated," Eliot said. "And the kid the mob kidnapped got out just fine."

He'd gone home with a massive concussion and several broken fingers himself, but that didn't count.

[sharp_as_knives]

Of course it didn't; Eliot had known the danger going in.

Hannibal's lips thinned in disgust. "I'm glad to hear it. Children shouldn't be put in such a position."

[vdistinctive]

"You'll get no goddamn argument on that from me."