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

Current Location: The kitchen, mostly

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sharp_as_knives

If you want to help cooking, boggle at the amount of cooking, wander blearily around, or show up, here it goes!

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glacial_queen

Due to Portalocity being Portalocity, it wasn't until Sunday morning that the current-timeline Worthington clan showed up. Minus the elder two (much to Dinah's disappointment, surely) who had gone off to spend the weekend at the Hall with 'Auntie J.'

"Kiss kiss," Karla called. "We brought cinnamon bread!"

No worries, folks. Ermengarde had made it.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal checked that nothing would burn if he stepped away and went to greet them.

"I'm pleased you could make it." He reached to shake Warren's hand and hug Karla. "Yours are still asleep, I think."

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glacial_queen

"Thank you for making sure they had a place to stay," Karla said, pressing a kiss to Hannibal's cheek. "I know Della would have been all right, but where Nommy would have ended up sleeping worries me."

She remembered him at fifteen, with Emma and Jack's triplets.

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sharp_as_knives

"Of course!" Hannibal answered. "Although I doubt you need have worried." He chuckled. "The flamingos might not have let him leave." They had really seemed to adore him.

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glacial_queen

Nommy had apparently been born with the ability to befriend waterfowl. Unlike either of his parents.

"Any luck on finding out his real name yet?" she asked.

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sharp_as_knives

"I haven't asked, I'm afraid," Hannibal said. "He seems to prefer Nommy."

Which, for the record, could not even be Hannibal's fault!

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glacial_queen

MMMHMMM. SUUUUUURE, HANNIBAL. SURE.

"What he prefers is to be a right pain in the ass," Karla muttered. "We'll see who laughs when I just give up and name him that for real."

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sharp_as_knives

He wasn't even around when Nommy first showed up!

"Jono, I imagine," Hannibal replied. "And likely Dinah and Momoko."

Because your friends were terrible, Karla; didn't you know that?

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glacial_queen

That was why she loved them so much!

"Yes, but they're allowed to," Karla said. "Because I'll also be laughing." Because she was also terrible. "It's Nommy who won't be, at least once he's old enough to start wanting a real name. And then I will gleefully inform him that his lack of normal name is entirely his fault."

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal chuckled. "Did he ever tell you how he got his nickname? I must admit, I'm curious."

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glacial_queen

Karla went into her phone and pulled up a picture from the first time Nommy had visited. "Those cheeks," she said, showing it to him. "Don't you just want to eat 'em up?"

NOT LIKE THAT!

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sharp_as_knives

But the cheeks were the most tender part!

Hannibal wouldn't, if only because he rather liked the boy and his family, but Karla was still getting such a look for that!

From:

glacial_queen

And Hannibal was getting the cheekiest grin in return, because, yes, she had seen what she'd done there.

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sharp_as_knives

"It's a wonder Audric never ended up with the same nickname," Hannibal said.

And no wonder at all that in some world he had happened.

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glacial_queen

None at all. Karla was actually a little sad ~~I didn't get my shit together in time~~ that he hadn't shown up.

"Probably because you'd never let your son ever be called something that undignified," Karla teased. "It would have to be a similar word, just in a foreign language."

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal smirked. Which was not at all because he'd done precisely that with Jono.

"Such as mon petit chou?" he asked. He would have to see if that stuck with Kayla.

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glacial_queen

"Precisely," Karla said. "I fail to believe that calling someone a cabbage is somehow more dignified than calling them Nommy, save for the fanciness of a foreign language."

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sharp_as_knives

"As far as that goes," Hannibal said, "'nommy' is a diminutive of an onomatopoetic description used in Internet slang which I had to look up - you could argue it's a foreign language all its own."

Edited Date: 2015-04-16 10:03 pm (UTC)

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glacial_queen

"I refuse to believe you don't use 'om nom nom nom' all the time while you're cooking," Karla said, grin growing wide. "In fact, that's my new headcanon for you. It's glorious."

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sharp_as_knives

"...I'm uncertain whether I should insist you watch me cook to disprove that, or refuse to ever cook for you again on principle," Hannibal said.

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glacial_queen

"You stop cooking for me and I'll start telling people that it's true," Karla threatened.

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sharp_as_knives

"Ah, but I won't stop cooking for them," Hannibal countered. "Besides, Ermengarde would never believe you. She might even protest the smearing of my good name, and then where would you be?"

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glacial_queen

"Sad," Karla admitted. "And hungry. And then I'd be here all the time, trying to convince Jono to make me steak and potatoes because otherwise I'll staaaaaaaaaaaaarve."

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal heaved a theatrical sigh. "There, you see - you've brought others into it. In the interest of preserving the remainder of Jono's sanity, I suppose I shall have to allow you to watch me cook, then. Only watch."

He loved a challenge, but his kitchen was flammable.