Somewhere on the mainland, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

One of the best things about having a multiplicity of worlds to choose from was that you could find nearly anything if you were willing to look long enough. In this case, a hang-gliding school that ran through the entire course in one long day.

It had more to do with the fact Hannibal was a fast learner than that he didn't want to wear jeans any more than he had to, honestly.



[For the one mentioned! NFB for distance.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

We could visit Australia at this time of year, Hannibal suggested. He let the initial comment pass, since it seemed more a note than a complaint.

[furnaceface]

//Just a quick jaunt down to the southern hemisphere, avoid winter by leaping directly into summer?// ... //I like it. You know, I don't think I've ever been to Australia?//

This is something you'd think he'd remember. The glamourous life of a former X-Man.

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono hadn't been dead enough to go to Australia with the X-Men.

We'll have to plan for it, then. Hannibal swooped a bit and settled to the left and behind Jono. I wouldn't mind a repeat of this myself.

Maybe he could plan something similar for the honeymoon, even. Although not Australia; he had a definite destination in mind.

[furnaceface]

//Once we land, we can schedule it in for... sometime. When neither of us is teaching or pretending to run a functional record shop,// Jono decided. //Doing more of this seems worth making time for, to me.//

[sharp_as_knives]

The only answer he was getting to that was a distinct sense of amusement. Trust Jono to make time for flying. For sometime, then.