Hannibal's house (that Jono clearly thinks is his), Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Despite Hannibal's former office well on its way to being converted to a workout room, Jono had gone out running today. Since it generally took him a while, Hannibal had decided it would be the perfect time for a very personal meal.

After his run, Jono had worked out. And then headed for the sauna. Hannibal sent him a bit of amused approval as he plated his lunch, then let him have his time alone - his wrappings hadn't gone back on in over a week now, but he had needed a bit more decompression time after returning home. It was a work in progress.

Meanwhile, he was going to enjoy his pot au feu - marrow bones to one side with some very good salt and toasted baguette slices, tender meat sliced thin with vegetables arranged nicely among the slices, and just a bit of mustard and horseradish swirled in.

Bon(e) appetit was probably too obvious a pun, wasn't it? Never mind, then.



[OOC: WARNING - CANNIBALISM. Contents of Hannibal's meal (and thus the discussion about it) very much NFB.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm pleased to hear it." Hannibal leaned down to kiss Jono's ear. "And we still need to find an officiant. In lieu of a priest, a justice of the peace is traditional, but in Fandom...hm. I can't see the mayor agreeing."

Not without a lot of liquor involved, anyway.

[furnaceface]

Jono tried to picture, for a moment, trying to get Tamsin to officiate the wedding.

He would have laughed at the mental image, if only he could have.

//The island seems to have a bit of a shortage in that department,// he agreed. //We might have to go back the other way, after all. But then, I don't think the island has much in the way of priests anyway.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Well, there were the Jedi, but Anakin was not invited, Atton lacked a certain gravitas, and...hm. Maybe Kenobi? Otherwise, the closest they had was probably Death, and it struck Hannibal as singularly tacky to ask an ex-girlfriend to marry them.

"We could ask and see, I suppose. Or hire somebody to visit, although we would probably want to get somebody from a world different enough that the island would be unlikely to panic them."

Maybe Cecil knew one.

[furnaceface]

Maybe, but Jono would have started to worry that Night Vale weddings probably involved ritual sacrifice, or, at the very least, strange unnerving chanting.

... On the other hand, the weather would likely be great that day.

//There aren't nearly enough places like that,// he replied, shaking his head. //I guess I could ask somebody from my world. Mutants some from all walks of life, you know? But anybody I can think of offhand is, ah, currently dead.//

Death was a bit of a revolving door back home for some. So.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We'll have to give it some thought. With all the people from different worlds here, I'm certain we'll be able to find someone suitable."

[furnaceface]

//There are options,// Jono agreed. //We just need to explore them, is all.//

This was going to go smoothly, dammit. They were going to see to that.

Really.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We have plenty of time," Hannibal said. "We'll discover our options and choose one."

Nothing was going to go wrong. At all.