Hannibal's house, Monday evening

With the lifting of the fog, Jono had started improving, but he was still sleeping more than an average person, never mind Jono. Hannibal had left him alone for a while - he had class, after all, and calls to contractors, and some other minor business - but when it was dinner time, he came back up to the bedroom bringing dinner on a tray: steak and kidney pie, horseradish and sour cream baked potatoes, roasted brussels sprouts, and a good grenache.

"I'm not certain at this point which of us is being more spoiled, but we will have to return to the dining room eventually," he said, quirking a smile at Jono as he set the tray down.


[OOC: For him what's modded with permission!]