Hannibal's house, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal set the large glass of home-brewed dark ale on the end table, along with the tiny pork pies and pickle and the remote control for the music system.

And, because he could surf Google and iTunes as well as anyone, and it never paid to be too predictable, he was playing (not too loudly) Opeth.

He was even wearing a comfortable sweater and slacks instead of a suit. He was picking his battles today, and his battle was how greasy not to make fish and potatoes! Since they'd been so rudely interrupted by eels earlier.


[OOC: Waiting on one, but totally open!]

[OOC the second: Specifics of Jono's story NFB, please!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"For more than the carrots," Hannibal said, smiling.

[furnaceface]

//For more than the carrots,// Jono agreed, and if he sounded a little wistful, there... Well...

//You're still a bloody sneak, though.//

[sharp_as_knives]

You had no idea, Jono.

"By inclination and profession," Hannibal said. "Sometimes you need a good ambush."