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]

//Good,// Jono murmured, closing his eyes and slowly sliding his walls back into place. //Thank you.//

For a lot of things. For looking. For not touching. He had no patience for words on the walls tonight.

It was a wonder he still managed to function. For all intents and purposes, he was worse off than he had been the last time she'd taken the grand tour.

[glacial_queen]

"I'm thinking that it's about time I crack open the first of the gravediggers," Karla said, in no small part because she could also use a drink. "Wanna string a link up between us?"

It would need to be a bit more robust than the one she'd had to share emotions from before and she'd rather Jono be in charge of it.

[furnaceface]

//Yes,// Jono replied, bowing his head, //very much.//

With her, and with Hannibal. With Cecil, with Kenzi. With anyone and everyone in the room that was holding some sort of alcohol in their hand who he knew well enough to feel comfortable linking with. Jono was ready to get extremely drunk tonight.

[glacial_queen]

"Just so we're clear, you're sharing my hangover tomorrow," Karla warned, tipping back the glass as soon as she felt Jono's familiar presence in her mind. "And you get to explain to Hannibal if the unthinkable occurs and I get sick. Or end up drunk and hitting on everybody."

Or both!

[furnaceface]

//I'll clean up after you or pull out my phone and record your antics accordingly,// Jono promised, putting a hand over where his heart ought to have been. //And that's only if I'm not stumbling around drunkenly, myself.//

[glacial_queen]

"You do love me," Karla said, snuggling close. "And Emma, because I know she's the first person you'll share the footage with."