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

[sharp_as_knives]

//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!]

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Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//It's bloody appalling,// Jono replied haughtily, though there was something like a smile lingering around the corner of his eyes. //And I don't think he believes in grease. You can't have fish and chips without grease. That's what the newspaper is for.//

Jonothon had strong feelings about something he couldn't even eat, really.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"That's a damn shame," Eliot said cheerfully. "Disrespectin' your culinary heritage like that. You know, we got a deep fryer over at Luke's. Any time you wanna come by and -- well, I guess soak up the atmosphere of some -- let me know."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//Any time you want to make proper fish and chips, I'll be more than happy to order them.//

A beat.

//So that I can... sit there and... er... reassure myself that they're real, I suppose.//

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

". . . Can you smell stuff, at least?"

Eliot was dying to know how the whole no-mouth-or-chest thing worked.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//... Ish? Inhaling is difficult.//

What with the no lungs.

Jono was used to answering questions about it these days, anyway.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"S'pose you can at least get your hands greasy. I'll make Hardison eat it for ya." 'Make' might be a strong word.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

That kind of required a moment's pause.

//He'd... actually still want to eat it after I got my hands in it?//

Was that sanitary?

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

Well, that was a fair point. "Maybe I'll get a bunch of chip forks."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//... Perhaps I'll just settle for sitting around and watching other people eat it, and with any luck I won't scare away the regulars.//

Chip forks seemed to sort of defeat the purpose, too. What would he do with them? Skewer one or two and then have little fried potato battles?

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

Stake a very small vampire?

"Maybe that's another reason why Hannibal refuses to cook it right. Then you don't have to feel bad for not gettin' to enjoy it proper."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//No,// Jono lamented replied. //Hannibal refuses to cook it proper because he insists he has standards. And I can sort of use my powers to piggyback on his sense of taste, but best of luck trying to get him to eat it.//

It had been a battle long fought. Jono was just going to have to accept defeat, most likely.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"That's too bad. There's nothin' wrong with enjoying some good street food every now and then."

Eliot could do gourmet, and did on a regular basis, but he was still enough of a good old boy to appreciate the "low brow" choices.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//Unless it isn't to your personal taste, I suppose. Which is fair enough. There are plenty of things that Hannibal eats that I would really rather not, myself.//

Ahem.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"Really? Always seemed to me he had pretty good taste. Spherification aside."

RE: Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//Oh, he has,// Jono agreed with a shrug. //Me, not so much. Never really have. Not even by British standards, really.//

And especially not by Hannibal standards. Not by a long shot.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"Ahhhh. Yeah, I have trouble gettin' Hardison to eat some of the stuff I make, too."

Mostly because Eliot delighted and springing things like deep fried squash blossoms on him without warning.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[furnaceface]

//Not that I'm not interested in what he makes, and I know that there's a great amount of art to it all, but there are just some dishes that I can't quite wrap my head around.//

He'd be lying if he said he was working on that, really.

Fried squash blossoms seemed worth the experimentation, though.