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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[glacial_queen]

"It could be worse," Karla said sympathetically. "It could be featherdust. It's finer, which makes it even harder to get up."

She was making a mental note to never bring Warren to Hannibal's house during a molt. It would just be too cruel.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I've been warned," Hannibal told her. "I imagine in the spring I'll have to hold dinners in the garden."

[glacial_queen]

"Unless you decide to decorate your home in Early Tarp," Karla said. "But I like the garden idea better. I'd hate to see your decor suffer so."

And Warren could be sensitive about his molting and the amount of feather dust that got everywhere. Having dinners in the garden was a preventative measure that wouldn't draw attention to it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Warren can commiserate with those flamingos that refuse to leave," Hannibal answered. "Although he'll still get food; I'm not feeding those nuisances."

Much.

When anyone could see.

[glacial_queen]

"Fucking flamingos."

Karla was never, ever going to be a fan of them. She hated most waterfowl on general principle, but Fandom's flamingos had personally earned her ire.

"Did you know, they were originally brought to the island for croquet? My friend Leto imported them for his girlfriend, Alice. Apparently, that's how she learned to play somewhere."

She shook her head. "Or so Leto said. It always sounded crazy to me."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at that. "There's a children's book that uses them that way. And we've a new resident here who may be from the same world. Or a similar one." He grimaced. "Personally, I wouldn't want to try it."

[glacial_queen]

Karla's moue of distaste suggested she agreed. "If you ever need a new source of entertainment, let me teach you cradle or Blood chess," she advised. "Far less obnoxious."

...The boyos would probably disagree with that, at least about cradle. In fact, if given the choice, they might reach for a flamingo instead.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I never mind learning new things," Hannibal answered. "And now you've got me curious. What is cradle, and how is Blood chess different from Earth chess?"