Hannibal's house (which he and Jono are glad to be back to), Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

After the last few hectic days, Hannibal slept in (and made sure Jono did his best to do the same), then took the time to make himself a proper, involved breakfast. Grapefruit, crepes, thick-cut bacon, and his best coffee.

And strawberries. Because Jono hadn't had a wonderful weekend, either.

He was going to take his time just to enjoy everything in quiet now for a while.


[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by for breakfast or afterward!]

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[furnaceface]

//That would be excellent,// Jono replied, making his way further into the room before gingerly taking a seat. //I'm sure there's somebody out there who manages to fit the two simple criteria of 'not dead' and 'not a bigot.' They're fairly simple qualifiers. And the first isn't even necessarily a dealbreaker.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "Unique problems and unique solutions." He cleaned off the largest table in the room and wiped it down. Jono's nature being what it was, sterile wasn't as much of a concern, but they might as well take sensible precautions anyway.

"Up." He patted it and offered Jono his arm.

[furnaceface]

Whelp. Up he was going, then, reaching to take Hannibal's offered arm and pulling himself up from his seat and then up onto the table in question.

//Oof.//

Yeah, it was at least a little bit oof.

//No butlers at the wedding. Unless for some reason Dinah insists on bringing Alfred. Alfred is fine.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal took a moment to remember who Alfred was, then nodded. "But no others."

He reached for Jono's wrappings. "Let me know if you need anything as we go; otherwise, I'll save the painkillers for the surgery."

[furnaceface]

Jono didn't nod so much as he just sort of bowed his head in agreement. He certainly wasn't going to be doing much in the way of unwrapping at the moment.

//Works for me,// he replied. //No sense in using them up now, before we even know what this is going to take.//

There were some funky shapes going on, down his back where the breaks had happened. He was pretty sure that was going to hurt like a motherfuck.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Precisely." Hannibal unwrapped him slowly, still talking. "Invitations - did you have a thought as to who from your world should be invited?"

[furnaceface]

There was a brief silence as Jonothon closed his eyes, trying to pull himself more thoroughly into the conversation, a little farther away from the pain.

//Lee, Ange, Logan,// he rattled off. //If I can get in touch with my reality's Emma, I'd like her to be there. Not gonna hold my figurative breath for that one. I suppose I could see if I can get back in touch with any of the New Warriors, but since we've disbanded, Lee's really the only one I've stayed in touch with. The same goes for Generation X.//

Look, he didn't name them. He just threw on funny costumes and beat people up in them.

//... There aren't many others, besides. Not who are still alive, anyway.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Would Angelo or Ms Lee be able to contact them?" Hannibal asked. His voice didn't so much as hitch as he got a look at Jono's back, but he frowned; it really wasn't pretty, no.

[furnaceface]

//Dunno,// Jono admitted. //Lee might be able to get in touch with the other Warriors, but as for Gen X? I'm not entirely certain I want Paige or Monet at the wedding. M and I never really saw eye to eye, and Paige... ah... Paige is complicated.//

Complicated. Messy. Same difference.

//But with the Warriors... Barry and Angel, the kids if they'd like to come along. I always did like their kids. Sofia. Anyone who lived to see the other side of it would be nice to see again.//

He wasn't even going to mention his teammates from his X-Men days. The ones who weren't dead were assholes. Or were... mostly dead or brainwashed or something? He still wasn't certain what was up with Warren.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We'll have to make accommodations for children," Hannibal noted. "Theirs and any others that might come. We don't want them becoming bored and getting into trouble."

He loosened the last of the wrappings and set them aside.

[furnaceface]

//We can hire a pony. I happen to know one that would be great with kids,// Jono said, only half joking. He glanced back at Hannibal, then. //... Bad, isn't it?//

The human back was not meant to curve that way, no.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled. "A very good point; I imagine she'd love it. And yes, it is rather."

He strode back around to Jono's front. "Lean into me, and we'll get you lying down."

[furnaceface]

//Thank you,// Jono murmured, kind of slumping toward Hannibal, then. //Probably should've taken Anders up on his offer for a healing, but he had his hands full with everybody else. Don't imagine we would've been able to carry him off that bloody mountain if he had to deal with this, too.//

Plus, he'd known a few healers who tended to get a little carried away, or who went looking to heal one injury, but who got completely sidetracked by that other one he had. Or hell, some whose powers were an all-or-nothing deal. This weekend wouldn't have been a great time for figuring out which way Anders' magic skewed.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Perhaps." Hannibal helped Jono swing around and lie on the table. "But you've managed well enough. And I don't mind fixing you up." He kissed the top of Jono's head before stepping away to get the things he needed.

Jono hadn't been in immediate danger; Hannibal wasn't going to fret over him. They'd made that deal long ago.

[furnaceface]

And it seemed to be working out well enough for the both of them. Jono still didn't care to be coddled, after all.

//I appreciate that,// he replied, closing his eyes again. Pain and regret. A good portion of his reality right now was mired in pain and regret. //Apologies in advance. I'm probably not going to be terribly coherent for much longer.//

Speaking telepathically took focus. Pain had a funny way of doing away with that.

[sharp_as_knives]

"That's quite all right." Cleaned and gloved, Hannibal returned for a closer look at Jono's back. "Speak while you can; it will help you focus on something else, and it will give me a better idea of your state, since I can't go by your breathing."

He wiped a few sites down and injected the painkillers.

[furnaceface]

//Fair enough,// Jono murmured, keeping his eyes shut and drumming his fingertips against the table. //So, what other wedding planning things do I have to look forward to, then?//

It was a handy topic to keep talking about, right there.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Would you like to be included on the menu planning?" Hannibal asked. "There will be deciding upon a flavor of cake and what the dishes are to be. I'm inclined to keep it a surprise, but if you'd like to share it, you're welcome to."

He felt lightly along Jono's back, mapping the breaks he could feel.

[furnaceface]

Jono... was going to just sort of press his forehead against the table and let his attention drift to how cool it felt, there.

//Menu planning,// he echoed, //could be fun. I suppose there'll be no getting away with just using disposable plates, hm?//

Not at a Hannibal wedding, there wouldn't be.

[sharp_as_knives]

It wasn't wise to tease the sadist who had your broken back under his hands, Jono.

"No," Hannibal said firmly. "But that falls under decoration, not menu planning. Menu planning will be myself and Eliot determining several main courses and a number of sides to go with each, as well as other courses, for the reception dinner; and hors d'oeuvres and such for before the ceremony."

[furnaceface]

Hey, anybody who called Jono 'wise' clearly hadn't met him.

... But beyond that, he wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment.

//Fair enough. Have you got any particular dishes in mind yet, then?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm hoping for something that speaks to both of us," Hannibal said.

He picked up the scalpel and started a small cut over one of the worse breaks, keeping a close eye on Jono.

"I've never tried a fusion of British pub food and Continental haute cuisine. It should be interesting."

[furnaceface]

Jono was just. Going. To. Pay very close attention to the top of the table. Hello, table.

It was a charming table, really, when you were up this close and personal to it.

//A fusion of them? How would that even... I'm picturing caviar and chips cooked in truffle oil, here.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll keep that in mind. Potatoes cooked in truffle oil have been popular lately, although I prefer duck fat."

Since Jono wasn't screaming in pain, Hannibal was going to finish his cut.

"Do you remember the globes I made of peas before? Something like that, although Eliot seems to have an aversion to molecular gastronomy."

[furnaceface]

Screaming in pain would be bad all-around, really. Jono was better at muscling through than that. Though anyone paying close enough attention would see he was curling his toes pretty tightly. And his forehead was going to have a red circle on it from the tabletop, at this rate.

//He seems sort of traditional,// he offered, clenching his hands, now, to go with those toes. //Exploding pea bubbles aren't exactly something most would remember mum and da making while growing up, I assume.//