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!

[vdistinctive]

"No lasers," Eliot said. "Otherwise, that's a fine idea."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Aww, man, c'mon," Hardison said, immediately disappointed. "What's wrong with lasers? They got a place in the kitchen an' you know it."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"They're gimmicky and ridiculous. Food ain't supposed to take more energy to prepare than you get out of it when you're done eatin'."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Naw, but it is s'posed to be fun," Hardison pointed out. "An' for me, cookin' is more fun with lasers. Heck, cookin' is only fun with lasers."

Otherwise it was all cutting and measuring and boring stuff like that.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"And this is why I always put you on food fetchin' duty."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison, mature adult that he was now at twenty-eight, made a face. "I'm so glad we're teachin' a class on teamwork," he cracked. "Man, think back to when we first started workin' together under Nate. Could you have ever imagined we'd be here?"

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"Hell, back when we were workin' out of the brewpub I wouldn't have imagined it. Never had too much practice at the imaginin' the future thing."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"You gettin' any better at it, you think?" Hardison asked softly.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

Eliot gave him a small smile. "I'm startin' to get some ideas."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison nudged him with a shoulder. "Well, finally. It only took you how many years?"

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

Eliot scowled. "Shut up."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Make me."

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Have munchies!

[vdistinctive]

"I would," Eliot smirked. "But we'd make Dr. Lector's other guests jealous."