Hannibal chuckled. "Tell me that the next time sharks fall from the sky." He brought Jono's cup over to him, along with the cream and sugar. "You can start with black and add a bit as necessary," he suggested.

He waved toward the half-cut-up sausage and vegetables on the sideboard. "I was going to make a frittata. But there's no reason it can't be a fry-up if you'd rather."