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]

"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."