Hannibal's house, Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono had slept straight through the night - a miracle Hannibal was perfectly ready to take credit for. He wasn't likely to sleep much longer, though, so Hannibal was headed back upstairs with the simple omelette he'd made for breakfast and a good-sized carafe of coffee.

[OOC: For the well-rested guy!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Maybe we should find an unused field, Hannibal suggested. The flamingos might object if you tried it in the yard.

[furnaceface]

//It'd take care of your flamingo problem pretty bloody quick if it didn't work out, though.//

Jono was teasing, yes. He was pretty sure Hannibal actually liked having the flamingos hanging out on the front lawn.

[sharp_as_knives]

The flamingos were a bloody nuisance! But probably best as not actually bloody.

Or it could end with the ones left attacking the house, Hannibal pointed out. I would prefer not to risk it.

[furnaceface]

//... What would they do? Fly into the windows?//

Jono was picturing this.

It was both horrifying and hilarious, actually.

[sharp_as_knives]

Clearly you've never cleaned up after a good number of birds. There would be feathers, and droppings, and peck-marks everywhere, most likely.

[furnaceface]

//I can honestly say that this is a situation that has actually never come up for me,// Jono agreed. //And I'd like for it to stay that way.//

[sharp_as_knives]

As would I, Hannibal answered. Left or right?