Hannibal's house, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke and stretched, rolled over, and...oh. It was one of those weekends, was it? He glanced at Jono, amused to see that it appeared to have hit him as well this time - the face above his bandages was decidedly female.

Well, this could be interesting. But first, there were other priorities. He slipped out of bed, cinched his pajamas tighter over his slimmer waist, took a moment to find a properly sized blouse, and headed downstairs to make coffee and breakfast.

Definitely in that order.


[OOC: For the suddenly-not-a-guy!]

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[furnaceface]

"Your own food is more than enough," Jono countered, grinning for a moment. "The question is, am I going to give you a chance to do much more cooking?"

He was not factoring 'cooking' into the agenda this weekend, Hannibal. Sorry.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal's look this time was exasperated. "I'm not spending the entire weekend in bed. Aren't there other things you'd like to do as well?"

Swimming, Jono. Singing. Teaching obnoxious men who thought they were beautiful women what happened to the rude...okay, maybe that one was just him.

[furnaceface]

Jono set down his empty coffee mug, and gave Hannibal an impish grin.

"I could be convinced to find out what I sound like when I sing this way," he admitted. "Or..."

Look, he had a sonic collar that he hadn't been able to use in a year and a half. Longer, if you counted the damage to his lungs after his run-in with the witchblood smoke. He hadn't flown in far too long, and he fully intended to take some time to do just that while he still could.

"I'm going to have to take you flying."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal thought about it, then smirked. "Just so long as you remember one of us isn't indestructible."

That was definitely something he'd never done before!

[furnaceface]

"Oh, please," Jono replied, smirking right back and rolling his eyes. "I've been doing it for years and I haven't dropped somebody yet."

Unless they really had it coming to them, anyway.

"Really, I'm aiming to not have to punctuate this weekend with a trip to the emergency room."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Or if we do, we should have a much better story." Hannibal stole another quick kiss, then went to check the breakfast. He added the bread and cracked the eggs into the pan. "How do you like them?"

[furnaceface]

"I..." Jono stared blankly at the pan for a moment. "... Like... Er."

He had no bloody clue.

"Lord, I haven't answered that bloody question in years. Surprise me?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Difficult when you're standing there," Hannibal pointed out. He got out plates while everything finished, and started arranging the garnish.

This was probably going to be the prettiest fry-up that Jono had ever eaten.

[furnaceface]

That wasn't even really a question at this point, was it?

"Should I close my eyes, then?"

If closing his eyes didn't end in something fun and surprising happening, once again, something was being done terribly wrong.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal gave him a look of amused reproof. "And deprive me of the audience?" He began carefully arranging everything on the plates, an artist at his art. "Shall we eat here at the counter, or in the dining room?" Bed was not an option; Hannibal did actually want to eat a bit first.

[furnaceface]

"Dining room?" So help Jono, he hadn't sat in there in order to actually eat since...

Well, it certainly felt like 'since ever,' and he'd had another lifetime jammed into his head since, if he ever had eaten food in this house himself.

"The temptation will be smaller to just up and poke through the fridge from there after the plate's clean."

... Anyway, the fridge was probably not the best idea, was it? Jono never really went in there.

[sharp_as_knives]

While Jono was certainly welcome to eat anything in the fridge - and it was all edible - none of it was labeled. So perhaps not the best idea for his sanity, no.

"The dining room it is." Hannibal handed Jono the silverware and napkins. "If you would. I'll come back for the coffee. Juice?"

[furnaceface]

"Please," Jono replied, smiling as he accepted the silverware and napkins to carry into the dining room. "Might as well take advantage of this and try as much as I can, while I can, hm?"

Except for possibly the mystery meats, yes.

[sharp_as_knives]

They weren't a mystery! Merely unlabeled. Hannibal would be happy to tell Jono what they were if he asked.

"Of course." Hannibal smiled back and brought the dishes in to set on the table - himself at the end, and Jono next to him - and went back for the coffee and (fresh-squeezed, organic) orange juice. "It would be a shame not to experience as much as possible."

[furnaceface]

"Especially when, given this island, I'll only have a few days to really take advantage of this," Jono agreed, taking a seat. "Oh, this looks fantastic."

Seriously, he'd cope with being temporarily female for more of Hannibal's fry-ups.

[sharp_as_knives]

And maybe one day he wouldn't have to. "Thank you." Hannibal set Jono's coffee and juice in front of him and sat with his own. "What else would you like to do this weekend? Apart from in bed."

[furnaceface]

"Apart from bed? And flying, of course... eating... singing..." Jono pursed his lips a little as he contemplated his orange juice. "I'm going to spend a ridiculous amount of time flossing."

Be forewarned, Hannibal.

"... I've missed it. There is a long list of ridiculous things that I miss, please try not to look at me too oddly when I lose my mind over doing any of them."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled, but shook his head. "I would never do that. Your enthusiasm is perfectly understandable. I may, however, be amused by it."

[furnaceface]

"You can take a front-row seat to laugh while I make inappropriate noises at the mouthwash, then," Jono promised, saluting Hannibal with his orange juice. "Dirty talking all of that minty freshness. Reminding myself not to come back for seconds on the orange juice until I'm certain the mint flavour is gone..."

[sharp_as_knives]

"There, you see? You haven't forgotten everything." Hannibal smiled. "Although why come for seconds on the orange juice, when I have strawberries in the refrigerator?"

[furnaceface]

Oh, Hannibal. That was sneaky.

"Strawberries...?"

You should have at least waited until Jonothon was finished eating breakfast before grabbing his attention like that.

"I... I can't just live on those all weekend, can I? I'd regret limiting myself that way later, I know it."

But... strawberries.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You would. Still, a snack or two...they're quite good dipped in a quality chocolate."

Hannibal was almost done with his food. Seduction came next, didn't it?

[furnaceface]

Jono looked somewhat breathless as he contemplated both the prospect of dessert and the activities that went notably well with that particular sort of dessert. And if he took a moment to sort of put extra care into licking his fork clean...

... Well, there were probably more suitable dishes for trying to look sexy while eating than a fry-up, but it was the thought that counted, here.

"So I've heard..."

[sharp_as_knives]

It was definitely the thought that counted. Hannibal finished his breakfast, smirked, and stood. He leaned over Jono to murmur in his ear. "I'll get the fruit and prepare the chocolate if you get the bed ready."

[furnaceface]

The way Jono's breath caught at that was practically audible, and he needed to take a moment to get his bearings after a little shiver crept along his spine. Ah. Yes. Of course. Good. He'd just...

"Deal," he managed, slipping out of his seat a moment later. "And don't keep me waiting too long, hmm?"

It was possible he was already pondering what the hell he was meant to be wearing to greet Hannibal with when he came into the room. It wasn't exactly as though he had a wealth of lingerie waiting around for just such an occasion, after all.