Hannibal's house (where Jono probably despairs of the flower arrangements), Wednesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had spent most of the day on the phone with florists and the cake shop, the hotel and banquet hall, and a few of the guests, arranging some last-minute things. And brushing the cat, because biology waited for no weddings, and he had to keep the shedding down.

Now, he was reading and listening to Bach, sipping some very good tea.

It was a good day.


[OOC: Open post!]

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[uncertain_dume]

"I guess we'll see what the future brings," Kanan agreed, shrugging. "I'm not in a hurry. I don't imagine Okadiah has held my job for me for this long anyway. But where I'm standing, it's the devil I know against the devil that apparently randomly gave me graying hair for a few days, and that makes for the sort of life choice I've never really had to make before."

He wasn't even going to ask the next question that came to mind, about why he couldn't exactly remember what anybody else looked like. The less he acknowledged that something had even happened that weekend, the less he had to worry about the future.

[sharp_as_knives]

"There are all sorts of interesting choices to be made here." Hannibal chuckled. "Even if it's only what sort of food and drink you enjoy."

If he wasn't going to get any more out of Kanan just yet, he might as well go for his good will.