Post-Parents' Weekend destresser, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal and Jono had both sent out e-mail to everyone they knew on the island, as well as posted in the school's boards, and everybody was invited. After this weekend, some of them seemed like they would need it.

Hannibal had a very well-stocked bar and wine cellar, there were darts and billiards and a card table downstairs as well as a media room, a music room and library on the first floor, outside decks on both if you didn't mind the flamingos, and of course, food.

Pork tenderloin crostini with cranberry pepper jelly
Pumpkin carrot soup shooters with coconut cream
Prosciutto, mango, and parmesan salad
Sweet potato ravioli with lemon sage brown butter
Mini beef wellingtons
Beef tenderloin with garlic and merlot jam
Chocolate and peanut ganache tartelettes
Chocolate orange mousse, spiced fruit brioche and yoghurt sorbet
Raspberry sorbet



[Open post! Everybody invited.]

Comments

Re: Arrive!

[furnaceface]

//Especially you, luv. Trust me. A papa knows these things.//

That was that, then. A mind made up.

Re: Arrive!

[that_oldsaying]

Oh! He'd--but then that meant--and she had--

If sunshine could be sleepy, Alluka was doing her best impression of it.

Sleepiest sunshine ever.

"Yes, Papa," she said, since he'd wanted her to trust him, and she did.

And... then she was asleep.

Re: Arrive!

[furnaceface]

And Jono... Jono was going to take this opportunity to process. To wrap his head around whatever 'papa' might mean to a girl who had been grossly neglected all her life.

To make up his mind to do better than that, in whatever capacity he was able.

And... to maybe... not doze off on the sofa as well.

Right about then, that last bit seemed like it would be the biggest challenge of them all.