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]

"The differences and similarities are intriguing," Hannibal said. "Still, if you've many planets, I suppose it's not too startling. How many planets are inhabited that you know of?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Uh." Kanan squinted a little bit. "That sounds a bit like a trick question."

A lot.

"The galaxy is over a hundred thousand light years across," he offered. "And there are inhabited planets out in Wild Space and the unknown regions that nobody's documented yet. Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? It would be easier for me to count inhabited star systems, and my head hasn't stopped hurting enough for me to manage that yet, either."