Hannibal's house and elsewhere, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was checking his e-mail on his tablet as Jono read. He followed a few links, checked something else, raised an eyebrow, and excused himself, taking his tablet and phone with him. He had a glint in his eyes.

He came back a few minutes later smiling.

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[sharp_as_knives]

"Still my superpower, then?" Hannibal smirked. "And I believe I'll wear something comfortable and cushioning, although I won't rule out plaid."

Pfft. Hannibal had no reason to go mad. Unless it was a strategic legal plea.

[furnaceface]

//Still your superpower,// Jono maintained, stubbornly. //But I suppose you can wear other things besides, if that's what you're feeling at any particular moment. I promise I won't go around telling people about your supernatural plaid skills or anything.//

It was pretty self-demonstrative.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Probably for the best," Hannibal said seriously. "The less they know, the easier it is to shock them into making a mistake."

Whatever sort of mistake that would be. Plaid was a very useful superpower.

[furnaceface]

It was definitely difficult to find a power that was its equal, that was for certain.

//A mistake, hm? Matching argyle with houndstooth or some such nonsense?//

The horror.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "I could make that work, with the right cut."

He'd consider it a challenge.

[furnaceface]

//I have no doubt in my mind that you could.//

It was his superpower, after all.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Would you like to see it sometime?" Hannibal asked innocently.

[furnaceface]

//Only so long as I'm not the one who has to wear it,// Jono replied, cannily. //On somebody else? Absolutely.//

Because the worst he'd have to deal with in that case? Possibly some sore eyes.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed. "I will take that under advisement, then."