sharp_as_knives | Hannibal (and totally not Jono)'s house, inside and out back, Saturday afternoon and evening

//You know,// Jono said, thoughtfully looking over the food Hannibal had prepared (and still was preparing) for the party they were throwing today, //I think it's possible that there's something here for everyone on the island?//

Literally. Jono suspected that everybody on the island could show up, each make off with the entirety of one of the dishes, and there would still be leftovers after the party.

"I should hope so." Hannibal put the finishing touches on the last few plates he'd have to bring out to the grill. "I don't want anybody saying they left hungry from a party of mine." Or theirs. Whichever. "How is the music coming along?"

//There is definitely music,// Jono reported. //It's… leaning heavily into swing territory. First thing that came to mind when trying to come up with something that everybody could enjoy.//

"Not a bad thing," Hannibal said, smiling. "Although we might have to indulge in a bit of dancing later."

//Heaven forbid,// Jono teased, winking as he thumbed through his playlist one more time. //We'll see if we can get you away from that grill long enough to manage it, hm?//

Hannibal gave him a look of fond reproof. "I would never be so long cooking that I didn't enjoy my own party." He nodded at the food. "Once this is done, I'll only be turning things on here and there, and perhaps manning the bar."

//Well, then I suppose I ought to go put the shrimp out to coax the flamingos off the lawn,// Jono decided. //It's almost that time, anyway.//

"If you can keep them to the side," Hannibal suggested, "they'll be out of the way of anyone coming up from the front as well. Hopefully once everybody is back here, they won't be disturbing them."

How well would that work out? Only time would tell.

[OOC: Open post! Come to the party!]

Current Location: 22 Phoenix Place

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From:

sharp_as_knives

Say hi to sentient beings, ignore the flamingos. If you didn't see the flyers but happen to wander by and hear the party, come on in! Everybody's invited.

Munchies:
Cashews with crispy sage and garlic
Israeli hummus with paprika and whole chickpeas
A ~~moddable~~ assortment of finger sandwiches (suggestions)
Carrot, orange, and mango spheres with rose crystals
Strawberry spheres with ground pepper
Honey caviar, fourme d'ambert, and black tea

Carbonated mojito spheres
Rosé sangria with cranberries and apples
Lavender soda
Coffee, tea, and water

From:

nuclear_snide

Bob might not be much for the munchies, but there was a party! Try to keep him away.

He looked around, eyed the food - well, at least it was pretty - and glanced around at the ~~NPC~~ people there. "Needs more fire. And maybe debauchery. Well, definitely debauchery."

From:

kenselvren

Jalian was skeptical of what such a party might entail, but she hadn't mindspoken to anyone in ages, and she was missing it. She was pleasantly surprised to find the nuts, and sniffed tentatively at the hummus, and then - oh, there were so many things here she could eat!

She might stick some in her pockets for later. Cafeteria food got a bit old after a while.

From:

furnaceface

//I didn't see you do that,// Jono's voice came from where he was ever so casually inspecting a water balloon. //But you know, if you did want to take some home for later, we could just prepare a plate for you, luv.//

From:

kenselvren

//!!// That was a yes. //I don't have a pouch for it. This is much better than the school meals.//

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Hannibal (and totally not Jono)'s house, inside and out back, Saturday afternoon and evening