Hannibal's house (which they'll just say is Jono's for the weekend), Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal sometimes considered that having any addiction, even one to something as innocuous as coffee, was a liability. Then again, it wasn't as if he couldn't function without it.

He just preferred not to.

So, while Jono was still curled up in bed (not necessarily sleeping, just being Jono), he was downstairs in robe and pajamas, setting water to boil. Once there was coffee, he might consider breakfast.


[OOC: Expecting the guy mentioneed and a small one, but open for anyone that wants breakfast!]

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[furnaceface]

Jono was still in bed, yes. But he certainly wasn't sleeping. He was dealing with that itch in his head again; the one that said that there was something going on around the island, and maybe if he stayed in bed a little bit longer, he wouldn't have to deal with it right away, whatever it was.

Still and all, there was that whole tendency to want to look at train wrecks, and morbid curiosity was enough for him to actually start paying attention, eventually.

//... Ah.//

Okay, this wasn't so bad, so far as Fandom weekends went. Just so long as there wasn't anybody too mind-breaky out there.

//Brace yourself this morning, Hannibal. We might need to get groceries.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hm? Hannibal paused while he added the water to the machine. Dead relatives, out­-of-­town friends, or possible children?

This island.

[furnaceface]

//It's one of those weekends, I think,// Jono reported, //Going by the scattered bouts of panic and confusion around the island. So either the first or the third. Do you remember touching any strange rocks lately?//

The process of elimination was great for preparing for these things before they crashed through the front door demanding pancakes.

[sharp_as_knives]

Not that I recall. Is that a prerequisite?

Hannibal rubbed his eyes and got down a large bowl and started pulling out what he'd need for pancakes and frittata.

[furnaceface]

//I think. Something something dreams, anyway.// Jono took a moment to kind of will himself up to functioning again, and then slid out of bed and groped around for something halfway decent to wear. Not a difficult task, granted, since he'd basically moved in with Hannibal. By the time he made his way downstairs, he was halfway wrapped up - the going was still a bit slower than it usually was - and wearing a pair of plaid pajama bottoms that most certainly didn't belong to him. //Probably children, then. Unless the island's come up with something else new and exciting for us to entertain.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hopefully nothing - child or otherwise - that will choose to use you as a jungle gym. They'd made progress, but that didn't mean Jono was necessarily up to being climbed upon.

He glanced up as Jono made it to the kitchen. "Would you like a hand with those before I get too involved?"

[furnaceface]

//Please,// Jono replied, holding up the length of the rest of his wrappings a little helplessly. //I can handle it by myself, but I'll probably have to sit a lot of things out for a while if I do.//

That'd teach him to get his ass kicked, really.

//Can't really get them as tight as I'd like to, anyway.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal just nodded and came over to help. He tugged on the wrappings to get them a bit tighter, then continued up, carefully holding Jono's hair out of the way as he finished.

"I'm only sorry you won't be able to show our visitors the progress you've made in not wearing these." He rubbed Jono's neck affectionately. "Comfortable?"

[furnaceface]

//Comfortable as I'm going to be,// Jono replied, nodding faintly and offering Hannibal a grateful glance. //Anyway, there's no guarantee that our visitors, if we have any, would have any frame of reference. Hell, I've had children show up not knowing what to make of my fire at all. Wouldn't want to frighten them.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"True." Hannibal poured himself some coffee before heading to his recipe box. "It is children, then?"

[furnaceface]

//I... think so,// Jono confirmed, after a pause. //There's something familiar about it. Can't be sure until there's a knock on the door, unless I go poking around.//

A pause, and then, //Er, test, one two?//

They'd had one visitor consistently for the past several visits. It couldn't hurt to check to see if she was out there now. There was a mind out there that struck him as familiar, though it was... newer. Younger. Best to err on the side of caution and open his mind to it, to string up a link so that he could hear a reply, just in case that particular somebody hadn't manifested her powers quite yet.

[clonewelldone]

There was a brief feeling of surprise, then an excited and relieved mental (and audible, though only to the others around her), "Daddy!" Then she was hurrying toward the direction it came from as fast as she could.

[furnaceface]

//Hey, luv,// Jono replied, giving Hannibal a little corner-of-the-eyes smile and a nod of his head. //Mind the flamingos on your way in, mm? They're fairly docile, but you don't want to give them a start.//

There was a pause, and then he added, for Hannibal's benefit, //It's Angela. Younger, I think, than we're used to. Shall we meet her at the door?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal took a good-sized sip of his coffee before setting it down and joining Jono as he headed in that direction. "How much younger?"

[clonewelldone]

Flamingos? Angela was puzzled, but then she saw some pink birds up ahead and headed for them. If Daddy was warning her about them, they must be where he was. She stopped just short of the yard, grinning at her other daddy's name on the gate as she caught her breath. She didn't want to just run up all over the place; she should be dignified! At least a little.

[furnaceface]

//Young enough you might want to start polishing your pancake technique,// Jono offered, reaching for the door to open it before peering outside. //Ah... significantly so.//

He gave a wave of his hand to the little girl by the gate.

//Hey, Sunshine! This way, luv.//

God, but they made an adorable kid, didn't they?

[sharp_as_knives]

They did. At the moment, though, Hannibal was stepping forward - first to see their guest, and then again so that if she were inclined to barrel into them, she hit him before Jono's ribs. "Angela?"

[clonewelldone]

So, that dignity thing that Angela had been clinging to was trying very hard to go flying out the window. She did manage to get the gate open without too much fumbling, and since she'd been warned to not startle them, she actually took more care than most children otherwise might, making her way past the glittery birds.

They were so glittery. She would have paused halfway just to goggle at them if she hadn't been so keen on reaching her parents.

"Tėtis! Daddy! You're here!"

Truth be told, she wasn't completely certain she knew where 'here' was, but she was going in for that hug all the same, Hannibal.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We are." Hannibal knelt to catch her only-slightly-rushed-at hug. "Hello. Careful with your daddy; he's hurt his back."

[clonewelldone]

Angela squeezed him tight, grinning, then nodded. She was used to Daddy getting hurt. "But you'll make him better, Tėtis." He always did. Sometimes Daddy helped, too. She held her arms out to Jono, letting him control the hug; that was best when someone was hurt.

[furnaceface]

//He is good for that, isn't he?// Jono stepped forward and into a careful crouch, opening his arms and pulling Angela into a careful hug. //I'll be better in no time with him on the job.//

That was, with Hannibal there to frown at him whenever he went to do something stupid that would risk him injuring himself worse. Which was a bigger issue than it really ought to be. Because Jono.

[sharp_as_knives]

Definitely Jono. Honestly.

Hannibal smoothed a hand over Angela's hair. "Have you had breakfast yet this morning?"

[clonewelldone]

Angela looked up and shook her head no. "I was going downstairs to eat and there was a bright portal, and I know I should be careful, but it looked so friendly!" But it was okay now, right? Because wherever she was, her parents were here!

[furnaceface]

//Somewhere, another Jon and another Hannibal are losing their minds,// Jono mused in an aside to Hannibal. //I give it an hour before somebody ends up bleeding at the very least.//

Even odds as to whether it would be Hannibal or Jono causing that bleeding.

//Well,// he added, aloud so that Angela could hear, //are you hungry, then? Breakfast hasn't quite been started yet, but that can be remedied./

[sharp_as_knives]

"And not by you," Hannibal answered, smirking. He didn't mind being volunteered, but it had to be mentioned. He stood and offered Angela his hand. "Your daddy seems to have pancakes on his mind. How does that sound?"