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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[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."