Hannibal's house (which seems much bigger today), Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke, yawned, stretched, and stumbled out of bed. He didn't remember where he was, but it seemed okay. He rubbed his eyes blearily as he glanced around, then headed downstairs.

Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any cooks or other workers here. Well, he could manage himself. Probably.

He opened the refrigerator, pulled up a stool, and got out eggs and butter and a pan. He could do this!

How much butter did you put in eggs?


[OOC: Open post!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Well, it wasn't as if Hannibal could read the "FRONT" and "REAR" by the dials!

And it really was a pity he couldn't retort about the being set on fire. Just remember that on Monday, Jono!

Hannibal reached for the extra burner at the same time, but let the other boy get it. What else did they need? "Druskinė?" he asked hopefully, looking around.

[furnaceface]

"Druskeen?" Jono gave his shoulders a shrug, and then reached for the butter himself. See? Damage control! "I don't know what that is, sorry. Maybe have a look around while I keep you from killing us all?"

The little black kitten was winding between both of them, now, hoping that somebody would drop some butter or fill her dish or something.

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Hannibal leaned down to pick up the kitten, cuddling it - her - carefully. She was probably hungry, too! Maybe he could find her some food?

He opened the refrigerator, then peeked through the shelves and shifted things carefully until he found some meat. He closed it again and took the bag of meat over to the counter, then set it and the kitten down and (after a moment of fumbling) pried it open to offer to her.

[furnaceface]

Well, if Joni didn't love Hannibal before (which she absolutely did), he was her bestest best friend ever, now!

Jono glanced over his shoulder to watch for a moment as the kitten started eating every scrap of meat she could get her mouth around, and made a mental note to maybe... not cook anything out of that bag, if they got hungry again while they were still here.

He was also going to take this opportunity to break the eggs into the pan while the other kid was occupied with the cat. You know. Because he was hungry and didn't enjoy eggshells.

[sharp_as_knives]

There probably wouldn't be anything left from this bag, because look, here came another cat! Staring grumpily at Hannibal and butting his leg!

Hannibal picked up some of the meat and started feeding it to him, too. All the cats needed to eat!

[furnaceface]

And it wasn't terribly likely that either cat would complain about being fed right out of the bag, either!

Jono glanced over again, a little jealous that the other kid was getting all the attention, maybe, but he wasn't about to draw notice to the fact that the eggs were almost done, either.

Or that he'd figured out the toaster and there was toast on the way with the fanciest bread he had seen in his life, and he was going to make a pair of the greasiest egg sandwiches possible, hopefully without breaking the-- "Blast!"

Okay, one with a broken yolk, and the other without. Such was life.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Ką?" Hannibal might not know English, but he knew an unhappy exclamation when he heard one. He looked up at the other boy curiously while the cat licked his fingers.

[furnaceface]

Jono... flipped that egg. Maybe the other kid liked his yolks broken? You never knew, right? At least the question seemed pretty self-explanatory. That was good, anyway.

"I broke it," he explained, frowning down into the pan. "One's not going to be runny at all."

It was downright criminal, was what it was!

[sharp_as_knives]

Whatever that was, it didn't sound too bad. Something cooking related? Hannibal shrugged and went back to feeding the cats.

[furnaceface]

Which left Jono with a few more moments to finish up what he was doing, and serve out the two eggs onto their respective plates. Food victory! If one counted a couple of eggs each and a piece of buttered toast as a full meal. Maybe there was something good to drink in the fridge, too. Or some fruit or something, maybe.

Jono turned the stove off, because again, he wasn't a huge fan of burning the place down, and then looked over at the other boy.

"Hey, you. Cat-kid. Food's on." He made a gesture to the pair of plates with his spatula. Look, no terrifying knife was necessary! And with any luck, the other kid would think he had been thoughtful and decided to prepare the eggs two different ways, since he couldn't ask how the other boy liked his yolk.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was more likely just to eat whatever was there; he hadn't quite developed a sophisticated palate yet.

He looked back up at the words, and nodded, then picked the empty bag and the kitten back up, looked around for the garbage, sighed, put the bag back down, and picked up one of the plates to take over to the table he'd seen in the other room.

[furnaceface]

Hey, the bag would be just fine where it was at so long as neither of the cats decided they wanted to eat it, really. Jono took the other plate, and then followed along, pausing to give the old man cat a scratch behind the ears. He didn't seem like the type that wanted to be carried around, and Jono could respect that, but he wanted to at least give the cat some attention before sitting down to eat.

For all the old grey cat probably cared.

[sharp_as_knives]

Beethoven graciously allowed the attention.

Hannibal realized he had no fork, but he wasn't sure where they were, either, and he was awfully hungry...

After a second, he grinned, then used one piece of bread to scoop the eggs onto the other, put the second piece on top, and bit happily into his egg sandwich.

[furnaceface]

Aha! See, the other kid could be taught, after all!

Jono shot him a big grin of approval, and then did the same, enjoying his victory. And not a single hand was cut off that day! The house was even still standing!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal wouldn't have cut off a hand. Honestly! He could handle a knife, he just couldn't cook.

He grinned back and nodded in thanks for the food. Then set it down long enough to lick his fingers clean and stick his hand out. "Hannibal."

[furnaceface]

Oh, hey! That sounded like a name! Jono could understand that, at least. In turn, he was wiping his hand on his trouser leg and going in for the handshake, grinning.

"Jonothon," he replied, giving him a little nod hello. "Hi."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Sveiki!" Hannibal answered. Then, since Jonothon hadn't seemed to know Lithuanian, "Salut? Hallo?" Most people knew French or German, right?

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a little squint at that, and then ventured, "Hallo?"

And then, after a brief pause, a very rough, not particularly certain-sounding, "Sprichst du deutsch...?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal's face lit up. "Ja! Eh...ein...bisschen?" he tried.

[furnaceface]

"Nicht gut," Jono added, scuffing his toe awkwardly. And then shrugged his shoulder lopsidedly. Hey, it was better than nothing, right? Better than babbling past one another and saying a whole lot and nothing in particular.

[sharp_as_knives]

It was definitely better! Hannibal thought for a minute. "Der Haus - wo ist die...erm...Männer?" Surely this house belonged to someone?

[furnaceface]

Jono took a moment to parse that, and then he shrugged, looking around thoughtfully.

"Ich weiß nicht," he admitted. And then, after another pause, added, "viel Geld?"

They had to be filthy rich. Look at this place!