sharp_as_knives | Hannibal's house, Sunday

So, Hannibal had half as many children himself this weekend as he had last time, but that hadn't made it any less hectic or full of cooking. And he wouldn't even pretend that he minded. At least this time he had his own kitchen.

So, he was up early again today, getting started on breakfast for the crowd. He was one carafe of coffee and a set of recipe cards into it when Angela stumbled down, yawning, and grinned at him. "I thought I could sous-chef again, if you like." She kissed his cheek.

Hannibal smiled back. "That would be lovely; thank you. What do you think?" He fanned the recipe cards out for her to see.

"I like it," she decided. "I'll start cutting."

Breakfast menu:
Crepes with honeyed oranges
Apple, brie, and prosciutto crepes
Crepes with pears, gouda, and fresh thyme
Leek, apple, fennel sausage, and goat cheese crepes
Peanut butter and jam crepes (Shush, there were bound to be young ones around.)
Maple-espresso bacon
Blood pudding
Creamy French scrambled eggs
Pancetta and gruyere strata
Fresh orange juice
Organic milk
An assortment of teas
As much coffee as Hannibal can possibly brew

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"Do you eat out a lot? Or does your Da do most of the family cooking?" Angela asked, curious.

"Da' cooks mostly. Mom can cook some things, but not a lot. Da' says he can only eat so much rice without curry before he has to explode." JJ shrugged and set about pouring some water over the tea and into the pot. "But yeah. They're both big on family meals, even if it's take-out or restaurants."

"Unless they're on an assignment, we usually eat together. I guess you do too?"

"Almost always," Angela agreed. "But then, you see what my Father's like." She grinned over her shoulder at Hannibal and gestured to take in the whole kitchen. "So your Da's put himself back together, too?"

"Back together?" JJ asked as he swished the tea in the pot and then prepared to empty it.

"His face," Angela clarified. "If he's eating."

"Oh. No." JJ shook his head. "That's just how we talk at our house, sorry. We share our food with him mentally." He finished emptying the first round of tea from the pot (http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-make-a-proper-cup-of-tea/).

"He did explode all the way once when I was in grade school. I didn't recognize him when he came back; kept asking when Da' was coming home. Mom had a fit when I kept climbing between them."

"Mine's been mostly whole my whole life," Angela said. "Sometimes he needs the extra power or he gets in a hurry and he blows his front off again; we share with him then, too. But otherwise, I'm used to him having a face."

She grimaced in sympathy. "That must've been hard for all of you."

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