Hannibal's house, Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Yes, there was a brunch going on. However, Hannibal wasn't an alumnus, and those he knew were mostly staying with him. And while he appreciated the school's effort, he'd prefer to eat his own food, thank you.

So, he was up and cooking breakfast. The windows throughout the first floor were open to let in the breeze, and he had Rigoletto playing in the background as he worked. The rosemary grapefruit was nearly done, the crepes were keeping warm, the omelette was baking, and the bacon was sizzling in the pan.

It really was a lovely morning.


[OOC: Open for anyone who stayed the night, and anyone who wants to drop in!]

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[wwiii]

Warren was being pretty careful to keep his wings folded neatly at his back as he made his way into the kitchen, smiling a little. He'd been roused by the tantalizing smells, and he was kind of dying for a stretch, but he had so much glitter stuck between his feathers at this point that even the slightest ruffle could be catastrophic for Hannibal's floors.

"Good morning," he greeted, giving Hannibal a nod of his head. "Something smells fantastic in here."

Like, everything. Everything smelled fantastic in here.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good morning." Hannibal nodded back. "It should nearly be done. Can I get you anything beforehand? Coffee?"

[wwiii]

"Coffee sounds amazing," Warren replied, and then paused and sort of wrinkled his nose. "... But Karla would murder me in my sleep if I said yes. Have you got anything on hand that she can have too, in case she decides she needs some?"

Warren had been trained well.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed. "I did manage to stoop to decaffeinated beans. If you choose regular for yourself, I won't tell. Or I have many varieties of tea."

[glacial_queen]

Karla was just going to make her way over to Warren and lean her head on his shoulder. Not that she was dozing off on him or anything, really!

"Why is it already morning?" she grumped.

[wwiii]

Awww, Karla. Warren had to reach one hand up to run his fingers lightly through her hair. No wing-hugging this morning. Hannibal's floor would never recover.

The guest room bed was already doomed as it was.

"Because we forgot to leave a memo to the moon to hang in there a little while longer," he shared. "And the sun is one of those overzealous workers that you have to respect while secretly hating."

[glacial_queen]

Hell, the entirety of his guest room looked like it had been attacked by a herd of Pinkie Pies.

"Tell the sun it's fired," she mumbled into his neck. "I've been warning it for months that I wasn't going to tolerate this kind of behavior for long."

[glacial_queen]

Unlike her fiancé, it took awhile for the delicious scents to rouse Karla to the point where she decided to crawl out of bed. It would have taken longer still, but without a warm Warren to snuggle against, Karla was slightly more willing to get out of bed.

By the third time she woke up, anyway.

"If all the food is gone, you'll all be answering to me," she mumbled as she came down the stairs. "S'a rule. Gotta leave food for the pregnant lady."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I would never let that happen," Hannibal assured her. "Please, have a seat." He took down a mug and poured her a cup of very good (for decaffeinated) coffee, setting it down with cream and sugar nearby.

[glacial_queen]

"Ooooh," Karla said, snatching up the cup at a speed that would be almost rude if it wasn't indicative of how much she appreciated Hannibal's cooking. "It's because you love me the very best," she decided. "Don't worry. I won't tell Warren about our secret love."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal gave Warren a wry smile, considering he was right there. "I appreciate your discretion," he told Karla gravely. "Let me get you a plate."

[trigons_child]

Raven wandered downstairs to the kitchen decadently late. "Mmmmmm," she said, breathing in the scents of the food. "Good morning."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good morning," Hannibal said, giving her a smile. "Coffee?"

[trigons_child]

"Oh, yes, please," Raven said.

So long as Karla didn't try to stop her, at least.

[sharp_as_knives]

Karla was getting her own coffee, albeit decaf. Hopefully that meant the rest of them could have theirs in peace.

He got down a cup and filled it from the machine, then handed it to her. "There is meat in the omelette, but none in the grapefruit or crepes," he let her know.

[furnaceface]

//Morning, Sunshine,// Jono greeted, waving a hand at her from where he was already sitting at the table. //Sleep well last night?//

Jono imagined Joni had paid her at least one visit during the night, if her door had been left open. Joni was an equal-opportunity cuddleslut who liked getting affection from every possible avenue, after all.

[trigons_child]

"I did, thank you," Raven said. sliding into a seat next to him. "And you did as well, I hope?"

Joni had indeed paid her a visit or two, but being woken up by a purring cat headbutting her face was not something she minded.

[furnaceface]

//As well as I generally do,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders a little.

So... not really at all.

//But Hannibal's beds are bloody comfortable, so that was pleasant. I never really mind staying over here. Fewer people to traumatize with psychic scents, as well.//

In... a few different ways, in fact! Though the one that had broken Julian's brain the most wasn't really one they had ever done without Fandom's outside influence, around here.

[glacial_queen]

"You're eating meat?" Karla asked, staring at Raven's plate.

[trigons_child]

Raven shrugged. "There is a first time for everything, is there not?" she said.

[furnaceface]

//Bloody hell, I'm not sure what smells better,// Jono mused as he made his way downstairs, Joni plodding tiredly along behind him. //The grapefruit or the bacon. If I just stand here in the doorway wishing I could do a better job of inhaling, would anybody hold it against me?//

Good morning, all.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I wouldn't," Hannibal said, smiling. "We should be about ready to eat, although perhaps today you should share with only one of us," he teased. He remember what happened at his last brunch, Jono!

[furnaceface]

//I fully intend to,// Jono replied, shaking his head in good-natured amusement. //It helps that there's only one person here today who can force me to taste what they're tasting, and I doubt Raven's terribly keen on the idea of throwing me into absolute sensory overload.//

Probably. Usually. It really depended on the situation and how dressed they both were.

[glacial_queen]

???

A light touch, more like a whisper of sensation more than an actual attempt at communication.

!!!

[furnaceface]

Jono didn't turn to look at where that whisper of sensation might have come from, no. He did, however sit quietly in his seat and smile to himself.

//Ah, hello, Sunshine,// he said, directing his voice to the source of that sensation alone, along with a wash of warmth and affection. //I've missed you, too. I hope you weren't too upset, while I was away.//

No, he didn't expect she would know what the words that he was saying meant, per se. But there was a note of apology to them, a silent promise that he'd try not to be away too long like that again.