Hannibal's house (where Jono just stays sometimes), Saturday night

[sharp_as_knives]

After a lovely dinner and a conversation that involved a lot of boggling on Jono's behalf and bemusement on Hannibal's, Hannibal had thrown up his metaphoric hands and made some very good popcorn.

They were now downstairs in the media room, ensconced comfortably on the sofa and trying to keep the cats out of said popcorn.

"I fail to see why it's so scandalous," Hannibal said, shaking his head. "It isn't as though I don't know what it is; I'm hardly blind to popular culture. It simply isn't something I've felt the need to watch."



[For the one mentioned! But texts or calls or whatever, why not?]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I shall keep that in mind," Hannibal answered gravely.

He probably wouldn't do it, but he'd keep it in mind.

[furnaceface]

Well, for what it was worth, Jono could probably rock a kilt these days.

... Better than he had in his teenage years, anyway.

//I appreciate that.//

And then he was leaning forward to peel Joni away from the popcorn.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal would have no objections to Jono wearing a stylish kilt. Particularly if it were plaid.

He shook his head at Joni and eyed Beethoven's paw on his arm. "You would think they might prefer the meat in the food I put out for them before we came down here."