Hannibal's house (where Jono isn't even around today), Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono was out ferrying announcements around, and Hannibal was posting the information to their friends who used social media. Somehow it seemed that in the time since last night, Jono had miraculously once more forgotten how to use the internet.

So, Hannibal posted things - which took all of half an hour - and then set about having a quiet day indoors.

For values of "quiet" that included Beethoven growling at Joni every time she wanted to play with his tail.



[OOC: Open post!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Well, there was no accounting for the island, but at least he'd have enough warning to lay in plenty of knives?

"Something that speaks to both of us," Hannibal said. "Perhaps a sort of upscale fusion of pub food and more European fare?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot chose not to point out that, too an American, pub food was European fare.

"Yeah, I could see somethin' like that. 'Course it'll depend on when you set the date. You two are great and all, but if Nate and Sophie got their thing goin' . . . they win."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Understood." Hannibal nodded. "I'll give you as much advance notice as I can."