Hannibal's house (which Jono makes free with), Sunday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Invitations had gone out handwavily on the school and town's bulletin boards, both electronic and physical, that a belated post-pollen relaxation and last-day-of-break dinner party was being held at Hannibal's house and everybody was invited.

Of course, that meant Hannibal had had to come home and go immediately into a frenzy of cooking and preparing, but honestly - you relax your way, and he'd relax his.


[OOC: Dinner party! Everybody's invited, but wait for the OCD, please. OCD up!]

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Re: Eat!

[sharp_as_knives]

"My world has no mutants or supernatural elements," Hannibal reiterated, but he was smiling. "I'm just very good at what I do." He took a bite of the lamb, tasting the meat and the spices and sauce.

Re: Eat!

[furnaceface]

//You,// Jono accused, //are the best at what you do.//

Sorry, Logan.

//Christ, this is superb...//

Re: Eat!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal believed in being the best at everything he did, but it was always gratifying to be appreciated.

"Thank you." He smirked and set the plate aside when he was done. "Should I get you a chair?"

Re: Eat!

[furnaceface]

//... I can probably get my own chair. I think. I can probably make it that far without resorting to needing a princess-carry, at the very least.//

Probably. A definite maybe.

Re: Eat!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed. "Should I wait before trying anything else?"

Re: Eat!

[furnaceface]

//... Yes.//

Hush. Jono was still bad at this. Or very good at it? It probably depended on who you were talking to.

Either way, he was going to kind of shimmy off to get a chair. He wouldn't be long.