Hannibal's house (with Jono and a plus one), Monday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had sent out another message to all and sundry: Breakfast for the children; breakfast and drinks for the adults.

Then he'd set about making coffee to get his brain in gear and feeding the cats to get them out of the way, before starting on breakfast.

Ham and Gruyère Waffle Tartines
Bacon and Leek Quiche
Baked Currant Doughnuts
Waldorf Salad
Super Scotch Woodcock
Irish Potato Cakes with Smoked Salmon
Black Pudding Crumpets
Lots of very good coffee
An assortment of teas
Fruit juices
Mimosas, bloody marys, and an open bar for those that need it


He'd be finishing everything as soon as possible, to spend time with his own impromptu family while it lasted.

[OOC: Open to all, as usual! Playdate, anyone? No OCD.]

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[furnaceface]

//Only you,// Jono mused approvingly as he looked in the kitchen door at Hannibal's handiwork, //would think to yourself, 'the island is being overrun by children, I ought to make a quiche.'//

It was a sort of affectionate teasing, really. Quiche wasn't even in his top twenty list of things he'd think of when feeding a pack of young hungry mouths. But most of the things on Jonothon's list were basically not allowed in the house. Who would eat them, anyway?


[OOC: With the SLOWEST SLOWPLAY warning. Stupid work firewall.]

[sharp_as_knives]

"It's simpler than making separate omelettes for everyone," Hannibal said. Not that he usually went for simple, but there was enough other food to make he had to cut time somewhere.

He smiled at Jono. "It left me time to make black pudding crumpets." Which he was going to take a moment to sample and share, just because.

[furnaceface]

//I--// That was cheating, Hannibal, but Jono suspected you were well aware of that. His eyes closed a little, and he got that stupid happy look on his face that said that he liked the tastes that were being shared with him just then. //--Well, good, then. Carry on... with... ah... that's lovely.//

Being able to taste from time to time was never going to stop being so novel.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled, fully aware, yes, that he was cheating. "I was going to make strawberry and mint crepes, but I thought I would keep those for family."

[furnaceface]

Jono took a few moments to re-gain his wits a little, and then glanced back up at Hannibal in approval.

//Can't say I'd complain if that were the case,// he noted. //But then, I'm greedy.//

Not that he couldn't just share with anybody who was eating them, granted.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Perhaps for lunch," Hannibal answered. "Where's Angela?"

[furnaceface]

//She's taken it upon herself to give the cats a good grooming. She'll be occupied for a while longer just trying to get Joni to stop wriggling, I think.//

Joni loved being brushed! Which was why she couldn't stay still for it, apparently.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Oh, dear." Hannibal shook his head. "Fortunately, Beethoven may allow it." He needed more brushing anyway, so he was used to it. So long as he deigned to let the small human near.

[furnaceface]

//If she behaved herself around the flamingos, she ought to do fairly well with the cats,// Jono mused. //Or at least, that's the hope. She is ours?//

Which meant she was a great kid, right? By default practically?

[sharp_as_knives]

It did! And very good with animals.

And probably a mutant cannibal when she grew up. Shhh.

"I'm sure she will do splendidly." Hannibal smiled. "I must say, it's been interesting having a younger version of her around."

[furnaceface]

//I have to admit, I'd always sort of wondered,// Jono admitted. //I mean, we know she grew up right, and I figured she was one of the good ones along the way. Good to know that wasn't wrong.//

He was still resisting the urge to pinch her cheeks, honestly.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We not only make a lovely child genetically, we also apparently raise her well," Hannibal said. "It's good to know, in an abstract way."

[furnaceface]

//In an abstract way,// Jono agreed, rubbing absently at one elbow as he nodded. //Doesn't mean I'm rushing out to find out what cloning technologies might just get left sitting around at the Jean Grey School these days, but...//

Hey, who knew? Maybe? Someday? It wasn't as though clones were anything new and novel in his world, after all.