Hannibal's house (which Jono doesn't eat much in), Sunday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had sent a text message to all the usual suspects - that was, everybody he knew on the island or who might have children there: Dinner tonight for the children and a chance to relax for the adults.

So he was setting about making food. A lot of food.


[OOC: Open to anyone; if you think you got the text, you did. If you think you didn't but you want to show up, feel free to drop by anyway! No OCD today; I'm continuing the trend of lazy.]

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[crimson_sister]

Cathy looked from her mother to Asdis and then back again, with a distinctly unimpressed look, while Asdis pointedly ignored her.

"Perhaps I could ask for you hospitality to include all three of us." This was a very trying week indeed.

[sharp_as_knives]

"My hospitality includes all who need it this weekend." Hannibal gestured them toward the dining room. There was a carafe of hot water and a box of a number of different teas, plus another carafe of coffee and bottles of red and white wine and a dark, homemade beer.

There were also a leg of lamb with honey and spices, pasta with spring vegetables, crudités, prosciutto roses on watermelon, and homemade bread.

[crimson_sister]

The two girls quickly approached the table with the food while making an effort not to look at each other. Lucille glanced at Dr Lecter. "Does this happen to teachers as well?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "So far as I'm aware, it may happen to anyone who has lived on the island. I've a daughter as well, though she's currently downstairs with her other father, lost in music."

They'd been trying to pick out things to listen to for dinner. He suspected they'd gotten sidetracked.

[crimson_sister]

"With Mr Starmore?" Lucille asked.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Yes," Hannibal said. "So far, I have seen children arrive for me where he was the other parent, and where Karla - another teacher, though I don't believe you've met her - was. I find it intriguing to contemplate the possibilities, and the differences that must occur in order for each child to be born. Don't you?"

Or was she stuck on the how?

[crimson_sister]

Lucille was definitely stuck on the how.

"That my friend Cassandra and I should decide to raise a child together I don't find entirely unbelivable," Lucille said, ignoring the other future possibility altogether. "But it must make more sense for you and Mr Starmore."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Perhaps now," Hannibal allowed. "However, the first year she appeared, we had not even truly been dating." Only occasionally thrown together by the island's weird weekends. "My son with Karla made more sense, and not only biologically."

He nodded to Lucille's girls. "Cathy was adopted, then, and Asdis was born to you - are they sisters in their own world?"

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, no. And Asdis will never happen in this reality. I find it strange that she would in any reality." Of this both her parents were in agreement, which was unusual enough. "Her father and I are not friends. But your daughter is adopted too, then?"

Lucille had still to hear about children born through the means of unusual biology.

[sharp_as_knives]

Sorry to break your brain, Lucille.

"No," Hannibal said, "she was born our daughter. There was apparently a machine that took genetic material from each of us, and combined it to create her."

[crimson_sister]

"Oh."

That did indeed break her brain, but before she had time to consider this further, there were loud voices from the dining room.

"You live in caves? Mother would never live in a cave!"

"It's the city of Erebor, you..." Here Asdis glanced at Lucille. "You're just jealous."

Cathy snorted and gave the other girl an unimpressed look.

"Perhaps we ought to interfere," Lucille said, giving Dr Lecter än awkward look.