Hannibal's house (where Jono's around somewhere), Sunday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal could have gone all-out with a gourmet dinner for Sparkle's birthday. But this was Sparkle's birthday, so he'd opted for something else - his own touch on food that Sparkle would be more familiar with.

So, when Sparkle arrived for dinner, he'd find the house smelling of poutine with pork confit and foie-gras sauce, steamed fiddleheads with wild leek greens, and butter tarts with caramel sauce. There was also a very good homemade beer to go with it all.

Happy birthday, Sparkle!

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[myownface]

"Right, right, no poison," Sparkle chuckled, shaking his head. "If we're attacked by sentient bleach bottles or something, I'll refrain from trying to put it into a gravy."

[sharp_as_knives]

"And it's probably best to test any alien beings." Hannibal shrugged. "So far, the only invasions I've made food of have been the sharks, the eels, and the dinosaur."

And a Pinkie clone. But that hadn't really counted as food, as it was inedible to all but flamingos, apparently.

[myownface]

Hence the glittery lawn ornaments!

"And, I mean, let's be real. The eel was awesome." Somehow made better by how it had been trying to kill everyone! "I'm sure there'll be other edible invasions in the future. It keeps things interesting that way."

[sharp_as_knives]

"This island is many things, but rarely boring," Hannibal said. "I'm certain it will throw something at us sooner or later."

[myownface]

"Hopefully something that isn't too dangerous." Sparkle grinned a little, and then went for a mouthful of fiddleheads. He even gave a little hum of approval as he chewed. God, that was good. "I want delicious, not deadly."

[sharp_as_knives]

"We'll have to put in a request to the island," Hannibal said, well aware how likely that was to work.

[myownface]

"Nah, what we really need to do is to talk loudly about how we really hope something doesn't happen," Sparkle laughed. "Fandom is contrary. That's more likely to work than a friendly request."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "That's true enough."

Looking toward the ceiling and then innocently scanning the room, he proclaimed, "I should hate to be invaded by giant snails."

[myownface]

"Right," Sparkle chuckled, shaking his head. "That would be the worst. Or frogs. Giant frogs, who wants that?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Giant cows," Hannibal said. "Or sheep. That would be terrible."

[myownface]

"Chickens," Sparkle laughed. "Oh my god what would we do if there were giant chickens?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hide behind the flamingos," Hannibal answered dryly.

[myownface]

"... We could pretty much charge admission for a show like that."

Priorities, Sparkle had them.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Except that everybody else would be hiding as well. From the rain of feathers, if nothing else," Hannibal said.

[myownface]

"So.... we sell them as pillow stuffing. Pillows and chicken, it's a great business opportunity."

Or something.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed. "There, you see? Everything is an opportunity."

[myownface]

"I just gave to grab it for myself," Sparkle replied, smirking. "And the conversation comes full circle."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal raised his glass in toast. "In that case, it must be true."