Hannibal's house (where Jono at least isn't hungover), late Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Since Kanan had been in no shape last night to tell Hannibal where he lived, he'd ended up in one of Hannibal's guest rooms. His shoes and jacket were under a plush chair next to the bed, the chair itself weighing them down so they wouldn't escape.

Hannibal woke up as early as was his custom, but when getting ready involved bodily threatening every article of clothing, it took a bit longer than usual. He ended up sans jacket and socks, but with a shirt, waistcoat, and trousers that worked well together, at least. (His shoes were currently pinned in the corner of the closet after being threatened with a scalpel.)

Now he was drinking coffee to the sounds of Tosca and thumbing through his recipes for something that sounded good. He had company, after all.


[OOC: Expecting one, but open post!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "So, here's to pleasant surprises." He sipped his coffee. "But for now, enjoy your coffee and breakfast."

[uncertain_dume]

"You know," Kanan chuckled, "I think I'll enjoy both."

Hey, they were no space waffles, and Kanan was pretty sure Hannibal wouldn't have the first idea what muja sauce was, but the meat and some-kind-of-cheese combo was pretty excellent, too. After a few bites, Kanan had to pause and kind of look at Hannibal, impressed.

"With cooking like this, I have to admit, I'm finding it a bit more difficult to come up with reasons to go back to Gorse."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled. "Thank you. Cooking is an art I delight in, and it's good to have an appreciative audience."

[uncertain_dume]

"Even if it's an appreciative audience that isn't completely sure what it is he's eating?"

There were ballpark guesses about certain things. But there was no chance in hell that Kanan would be able to place 'ham' if somebody asked him to.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "Just so long as you know what you like."

He gestured at the food. "It's waffles - a sort of pastry - with ham, gruyère, and mornay sauce. Ham is meat from a pig," an actual one this time, "gruyère is a hard yellow cheese, and mornay sauce involves more of the cheese, milk, flour, butter, and several spices: nutmeg, cayenne, salt, and pepper."

[uncertain_dume]

"You know, I actually managed to follow most of that? Which was way more than I had expected," Kanan admitted. "We do have animals called pigs back in my galaxy. I wonder how they compare."

Maybe they were as similar as coffee to caf. In which case, hey, he wasn't quite as doomed as he thought he was, when it came to figuring out food around here.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Find me one, and we can see," Hannibal answered, grinning. "Is it good to know it may be more familiar here than at first glance?"

[uncertain_dume]

"It is a bit reassuring," Kanan agreed, even actually looking a bit relieved. "It means most of the adjusting, when my clothes aren't trying to make a break for it or anything like that, is going to just be from the normal... settling in... sort of things."

Waiting for the first payday. Getting more clothes than what he was currently wearing. Food. A way to cook the food. Et cetera.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Rather than from waiting to see if the local food will poison you?" Hannibal smirked and shook his head. "I'm still not certain about the bear, as far as that goes."

[uncertain_dume]

"In retrospect, the bear wasn't the greatest decision I've ever made. But it did get me enough money to buy a coffee and a pastry the other day, so I don't have any complaints."

See? Kanan was pretty easy to please, so long as things weren't blowing up in his face. Or people weren't annoying him. Or there were no troopers in his immediate vicinity. Or...

"Anyway, it shouldn't be too long before-- Hello there." He was blinking and looking downward, then, at the small furry feline creature that was rubbing up against his leg. "Friend of yours?"

It seemed like a safer bet than asking if there was some kind of infestation. Hannibal didn't exactly seem the type to suffer that.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was definitely not the sort to suffer that.

He shook his head - in exasperation at the cats, not in denial. "That is Joni, Jono's cat." Following along behind, a bit more suspicious but still curious, was another, larger and furrier, feline. "That is Beethoven; mine. And they have already had breakfast," he added to them firmly.

Not that he expected them to listen. They were cats.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a crooked little grin at that, pausing to set down his fork to get a better look at the two... sure, he could buy that they were some kind of cat, why not?

"May I?"

Yeah, he was already reaching down to let the little black one sniff his fingers. He wasn't going to feed them, no. If Hannibal figured they didn't need more food, then he'd respect that. But... well... He kind of had a soft spot.

He was still a little bit torn up about the bears. That really didn't need to turn out the way it had.

[sharp_as_knives]

"They're unlikely to let you go, particularly that one," Hannibal cautioned. "And keep an eye on your ham."

[uncertain_dume]

"The ham will be fine," Kanan chuckled. "Unless you have more than the two?"

Yep, there he went, crouching down to say hello. It didn't take much to get the little one purring and butting her head against his hand at all. Mostly just... existing, really. She was easy to please. She got some scratches behind the ears for her efforts, good girl.

The gray one, on the other hand, took a little bit of coaxing to get him to come over. Especially once it was apparent that Kanan didn't have any ham for him.

Kanan could respect that.

But some eye contact and patience, a calm demeanor, holding his hand out to him... he wasn't going to tap into the Force to win the cats over. Not so deliberately as that. But sometimes, making a connection just took a little bit of patience.

If Kanan was totally honest, he liked these two much more than he liked most people.

"They must be great company."

[sharp_as_knives]

To be honest, Hannibal liked quite most animals better than most people. It was one factor in his eating habits.

"Only the two. Beethoven is deaf, incidentally." Though so far Kanan appeared to be doing quite well, and Hannibal was pleased if a bit surprised he had so much patience and calm.

"They're welcome, when they aren't deliberately shedding on my best clothes or trying to eat what I'm cooking."

He relented a bit and got up to get cat treats - which were dried pieces of fish he made and kept on hand. "You can give them these; they don't need the salt of the ham."

[uncertain_dume]

"No extra salt," Kanan echoed, looking up at Hannibal and accepting the treats with a smile and a nod of thanks. He pulled two out, holding one out to each cat. "Got it. Thank you."

Well. Was it cheating when you had them literally eating out of the palm of your hand? It was probably cheating. Kanan didn't much seem to care.

[sharp_as_knives]

Feeding people delicious food to get them to let their guard down? That wasn't cheating!

Or at least it was a sort of cheating Hannibal respected. And the cats definitely didn't care, so long as they were being fed. Beethoven even deigned to give his fingers a friendly nip.

"Don't forget to eat your own food," Hannibal said, going back to his breakfast.

[uncertain_dume]

"Wouldn't dream of it," Kanan chuckled, giving each cat another treat and a scratching under the chin before pulling himself to his feet again and getting back into his chair. "If these two already had breakfast, they can wait while I have a turn."

Yeah, so, Kanan liked animals. So sue him.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal certainly wasn't complaining, he just didn't want their own food ending up in the cats as well.

"Now that you've shown an interest, I'm certain Joni will insist upon more attention later."

Just wait until he saw the flamingos.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan would be so amused by the flamingos.

"Clearly a hardship."

Yeah, no, not a hardship at all.

"She's still rubbing against my ankles. Little lady knows what she wants, doesn't she?"

And exactly how to get it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Attention and food, generally," Hannibal answered, amused. "Apart from that, hunting things smaller than she is, and chewing on his ears." He gestured at Beethoven. "She's a creature of simple needs."

[uncertain_dume]

"I can appreciate that."

Seriously, Kanan was pretty low-maintenance himself, when he wasn't stealing spaceships or getting totally flattened by Krogan booze.

"So, cats. Another thing this place has going for it."

[sharp_as_knives]

"You do have cats in your world - your galaxy?" Hannibal asked. It was a curious similarity.

[uncertain_dume]

"We have cats that... aren't much like these cats," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "But yes, there are felines in my galaxy. These ones are more tooka than nexu, though."

Thank the Force.

[sharp_as_knives]

But nexu were adorable!

"What are tooka and nexu?" Hannibal asked.