Hannibal's house, Saturday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was up fairly early, but he wasn't cooking just yet - instead, he'd been indulging in a bit of uploading and photo-quality printing. He might not have a frame for it yet, but he could repurpose an existing one for the moment.

When Jono woke up and made it downstairs, he'd find a picture of them in their outfits from last night prominently displayed in the foyer. Surprise!


[OOC: Open for anyone who spent the night, tripped through a portal, or wants to drop by!]

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[furnaceface]

//Now...? Better, somewhat. Still haven't completely figured out what to do with myself. Shy of throwing myself headfirst into more ill-advised costumed crime-fighting, I don't exactly have many coping methods that let me feel as though I'm doing something worthwhile.//

Jono shrugged his shoulders.

//But the psionic poison is gone now, and what's left is mostly just an overwhelming sense of, 'wow, that was bloody stupid.'//

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I don't think too many people do too well while being poisoned, really. Karla notwithstanding," Dinah pointed out, smile wry. "And it's not like I can criticize anything on the costumed crimefighting front." She tilted her head. "And you and Hannibal, this is more than occasional, now?"

[furnaceface]

//Significantly more, yes,// Jono replied, rubbing the back of his neck and trying not to look awkward, now. //Don't... ask me how that happened. I'm not completely certain, myself. But it... works.//

There were a few things that they still needed to work through, now that he was no longer a useless psionic lump with an elder-god-reinforced depression slump hitting him in the face like a brick. But. Yes.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad," Dinah said simply. Jono had been needing something for a while, something just for himself, that wasn't about fixing how screwed up Glacia or his own world was, or the way people kept messing with his body and mind. She smiled slightly. "Should I give him the shovel talk? He seems a little ... mature for that to go over well."

[furnaceface]

//The shovel talk is probably unnecessary. Besides, I'm certain Karla's already threatened to bring all the wrath of the Ebon-Grey down upon him. A shovel, by comparison, probably wouldn't make him blink.//

Jono shrugged.

//All things considered, it's... going fairly well, I think.//

All things considered, yep.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Good." Dinah took another bite of her cookie. "I'm heading to Glacia on Monday night, when the kidlets are gone. Spend some time with Kayla when she's not swamped by admirers. Well. Extra admirers."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded faintly.

//She's growing fast. Well. Extra fast. I'm assured they always seem to grow quickly at this age, but then there's Glacia's double-time to go with it.//

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Not faaair," Dinah grumbled. "She'll never remember me from visit to visit. Not when I have to schedule things around two day jobs and a night job. I am so looking forward to getting that detective license, you don't even know."

[furnaceface]

Considering the fact that Jono was avoiding Glacia even harder than he had been before, he figured he had some idea.

//Maybe if we cleverly disguise a pillow as a baby, we can wait until Karla and Warren are extremely tired of staying up strange hours with her and we can just swap them out?//

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snorted. But kind of looked like she was considering it. "She's not sleeping through the night yet? Maybe we can sell it as an extending babysitting thing?"

[furnaceface]

//Hell if I know how babies work,// Jono admitted, shrugging his shoulders. //I see her so rarely and certainly never through the night. Last time she was around for any extended length of time, I was a bit preoccupied, I'm afraid.//

A beat.

//But extended babysitting might do the trick.//

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Plan," Dinah decided. "And it may seem longer to them, but it's not like she'd change as much, sticking to New Gotham or Fandom. She'd barely notice she was visiting." It was all for Kayla. Really!

[furnaceface]

//And parents generally want their babies to never grow up, right?//

Wasn't that how that went? Or did they just not want them to grow up to be cowboys?