Date night, Home to ... somewhere, Saturday night

[sharp_as_knives]

The fortunate thing about finding a world in which an avant-garde opera they might both enjoy was playing, was that such places also tended to have somewhat outre ideas of fashion. It might be Hannibal's birthday, but he wasn't in a mood to make Jono uncomfortable or start any fights. Instead, Hannibal's plaid would be downright staid where they were going, and if Jono wasn't careful, he might start a trend.

Right now, though, Hannibal was trying to decide upon a tie that fit the evening. He'd had one chosen earlier, but had foolishly left it hanging too close to the bed, and it had been summarily pulled down - at the moment it was being used as a cat bed. Even if he could pull it out, the grey hairs on it weren't going anywhere any time soon.

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll do my best," Hannibal promised. "I always do."

[furnaceface]

//If you did any less, I'd have to wonder if the island was acting up again,// Jono agreed, amused. //Or if you were just teasing me.//

Either was possible.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Entirely possible," Hannibal said with a little smirk, "but nothing to harm your eyes. Although possibly a haircut," he allowed.

Not a pompadour.

[furnaceface]

So much pompadour.

//All of the traditional pre-wedding grooming, then?// Jono leaned over a little to bump his shoulder against Hannibal's. //I suppose for the sake of getting married, I can be talked into a haircut.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"And a manicure?" Hannibal asked. "Perhaps a bit of pampering for the rest of you?"

For the sake of getting married, naturally.

[furnaceface]

You were getting squinted at now, Hannibal.

//... I might be talked into a manicure,// Jono allowed, though warily. //We'll see.//

He suspected he'd probably get a thump if he went for the black nails again for the wedding.

[sharp_as_knives]

Actually, Hannibal might suggest it, if it made Jono more susceptible.

"We have time to consider that," Hannibal said. Time for him to convince Jono.

[furnaceface]

//We do,// Jono agreed. //Hell, we still need to set a date.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"We do. We need to find someone to officiate first; we may have to work around their schedule. At least we won't have to schedule the venue."

[furnaceface]

//That does make it easier. Did you get any takers on the internet board thing you posted?//

Jono might have to start pestering people, at this rate.

At least he was good at pestering.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Only Emma's offer of jewelers." Hannibal frowned. "We could hire someone from the mainland, but I would worry about their ability to cope with the island."

[furnaceface]

//There are days when I worry about our ability to cope with the island,// Jono agreed. //And we'd have to be selective about what reality we pick somebody from, anyway. I'd like to be able to talk to our officiant through the day without wearing myself down, after all.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded in agreement. "We'll find someone."

[furnaceface]

//If I have to throw Logan in front of an altar and remind him he owes me, we'll find someone,// Jono replied, nodding. //Shouldn't be too difficult, I'll start looking for somebody qualified, too.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Logan?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow, then asked completely deadpan, "Then who will give you away?"

[furnaceface]

Please excuse Jono for a moment, Hannibal, while he leans forward to bury his face in his knees. He just has to die for a few seconds, here.

//Emma,// he said, once he got his bearings and surfaced again. //Both of them.//

God save them all.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Two Emmas?" Hannibal asked. "That would be very striking."

God help the entire island.

[furnaceface]

//Either they would take over the island or they'd kill one another,// Jono noted, amused. //I don't think there'd be much of a middle ground, there.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"We could have one of them give away each of us," Hannibal suggested. "Matching bridal parties."

[furnaceface]

//... I'm not completely certain they'd turn down the request,// Jono mused. //But then we'd have to sort out who gets who. I think Fandom's Emma would be put out if I didn't ask her, but you don't know my reality's version at all.//

There was a pause.

//I don't know where she's hiding these days, anyway. Maybe one of us will have to ask Bob or Karla or something.//

Those were two very different suggestions, Jono.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal blinked. "Bob is at least older than I am. Not many on the island are." He gave Jono a curious and innocent look. "Do you think Didi would consent to act as my mother?"

[furnaceface]

//Iiiii think I'm going to have to draw a line at getting an ex to give you away. If not for her sake, then for what it does to my brain,// Jono replied, blinking.

He was pretty sure Hannibal was messing with him. He wasn't that tasteless.

[sharp_as_knives]

He really wasn't. But he was one of the older people on the island.

"Perhaps the mayor?" he offered.

[furnaceface]

//I think Tamsin is the sort who would rather run her hand through a meat grinder than participate in somebody's wedding,// Jono replied. //But then, maybe she'd surprise us.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hm. Perhaps we'll simply have to give ourselves away, then," Hannibal said, relenting with a smile. "We're running out of women older than I am."