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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

vdistinctive

Eliot whistled as he looked over the spread. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised; if anyone knew how to throw together a quality assortment, it was Hannibal.

He might be pretending not to see the spheres, though.

From:

sharp_as_knives

Hannibal grinned as he came to welcome Eliot. "It's good to know someone here will appreciate the work. Mr. Spencer." He held out his hand. "How have you been?"

From:

vdistinctive

"Can't complain," Eliot said. A week of abduction recovery with a boyfriend and girlfriend helped with that. "I see you had fun with some spherification techniques for this party."

From:

sharp_as_knives

Hannibal grinned. "I haven't done much with it in the past, but it does make things more easily portioned than they might otherwise be. And Jono seems to enjoy it. How was your class this term?"

From:

vdistinctive

"I usually prefer skipping the unnecessary processin'," Eliot said. "But I suppose it's nice to have something to entertain Jono, even if he can't eat anything." He wasn't much of a molecular gastronomy fan, no. "It was good. The students here are up for just about anything. I'm not sure any of them would even have balked if we took 'em skydiving. Yours?"

From:

sharp_as_knives

"Ours were as well." Hannibal smiled a little ruefully. "I'm uncertain how many of them were artistically inspired, but they did seem to enjoy it."

From:

vdistinctive

"You plannin' to teach again in the fall?"

From:

sharp_as_knives

"Yes," Hannibal answered. "Actually, we had enough fun this term that we're continuing the same class. I haven't yet decided if I might also teach cooking again. And you?"

From:

vdistinctive

"The three of us are doin' a course on team building. If nothin' else we should at least manage to teach by example."

A Humanitarian

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

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags