Office hours Thursday

When Hannibal parked at the causeway and looked to the island, he could already see something was odd. It seemed to be hailing there, despite the lack of it on the mainland. He sighed and got his umbrella.

Of course, it turned out it wasn't any colder on the island than in Baltimore, and the hail was...marzipan?

Well, he supposed there were worse things it could be; at least it didn't seem to be trying to kill him.

He wasn't going to eat it, just in case.

So now he was in his office, working on plans for lessons and exams, with the door open on the hallway and the windows open on a view of marzipan hail.

This place.

[Open door and post!]