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

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!]

Current Location: 22 Phoenix Place

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sharp_as_knives

"I imagine it is," Hannibal agreed. "Living here for a time, I've discovered that there is a constancy to the motives, behaviors, and needs of all beings. I find it both reassuring and an occasional source of frustration."

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uncertain_dume

"Frustration? Oh?" Kanan looked at Hannibal curiously. "Hoping to buck some familiar patterns, were you?"

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal gave him a wry smile. "There are rude and unpleasant people everywhere."

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uncertain_dume

Kanan let out a little huff of a laugh at that.

"Where there are people, there's unpleasantness," he noted. "Here too, huh?"

See? See? He'd been right to keep his identity under wraps after getting here, no matter what Obi-Wan said.

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sharp_as_knives

"A regrettable fact of life," Hannibal said. "Even here, there are people who are willing to make the lives of others difficult."

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"That's a shame to hear," Kanan sighed, shaking his head. "You'd think if we're all going to be stuck here... But I suppose you can't have people with backgrounds as different as everyone here has, and expect there not to be some conflict of interest going on."

He had an Imperial in his class, for example.

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sharp_as_knives

And Hannibal had friends who didn't want to be eaten! It was a trial.

"Not all of us are stuck here," Hannibal pointed out. "But yes, there are always some people who are cruel, cantankerous, or simply inflexible."

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"Cantankerous, I can handle," Kanan mused. "I don't have much patience for cruelty, though. And inflexibility... really depends on what they're being inflexible about, I've found."

Like not eating people.

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sharp_as_knives

"Points of view, fallibility." Hannibal shrugged. "The things that people are usually inflexible about." He waved a hand in dismissal. "Would you like to try some teas while you're here, or are you dedicated to the coffee?"

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"I predict the coffee and I becoming excellent friends," Kanan chuckled. "Tea is a bit too Alderaanian for my tastes, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to trying what Earth has to offer, either."

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal smirked. "I also have some very good spirits, if you'd prefer. And the alcohol content is labeled."

If Kanan got drunk, at least he'd only have himself to blame.

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uncertain_dume

"A label, huh?" Kanan shook his head a little, grinning at that. "There's something I should start asking about before I go anywhere. I don't suppose you have any that mixes well with the caf? ... Coffee?"

He was exploring his options, here.

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sharp_as_knives

"Several," Hannibal said. He led the way into the salon and over to the liquor cabinet. "Irish whiskey is a somewhat traditional option. There are also creamier liqueurs, or ones with stronger flavors. Sambuca or amaretto - licorice or almond flavored - works well."

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uncertain_dume

It took Kanan a few moments of negotiating with Beethoven before he was on his way into the salon behind Hannibal, the old gray cat draped over one shoulder and seeming perfectly okay with that arrangement.

"I'm not entirely sure what either of those last two are," he admitted, thoughtfully. "Which would you recommend?"

That seemed easier.

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sharp_as_knives

"I would recommend trying a sip of each before making your decision," Hannibal said. He got down two shot glasses and poured just a little of each. "Let me know what you think."

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uncertain_dume

"Sure," Kanan replied, reaching for the one closest. "And thanks. This one is the...?"

The alcohol-looking one. Helpful, right?

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sharp_as_knives

"Sambuca," Hannibal said. "Anise-flavored."

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uncertain_dume

Kanan was pretty sure 'Anise' was the name of another Jedi who had served in the Clone Wars. He was pretty sure that wasn't what this liquor was going to taste like.

"Well, here goes, then."

And down the hatch. It took Kanan a few moments to decide what in the world to make of it, though. There were a lot of flavors to sift through in that one little shot.

"... Oh, that's dangerous. Good. And dangerous."

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sharp_as_knives

No, Hannibal hadn't yet managed to distill human taste into a liqueur. Assuming Anise was human.

Hannibal grinned. "Many things are. The amaretto has a lower alcohol content and is a bit sweeter. Almond flavored."

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You know, she was?

Kanan took a moment to make sure the sambuca taste was mostly gone before reaching for the amaretto next. That one was met with an appreciative hum.

"It's a bit nutty," he observed. Because it wasn't like he knew what an almond was, okay? "I can see this going with the coffee pretty well, actually."

Kanan was just a sucker for sweet things.

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sharp_as_knives

That really didn't explain Hera.

"An almond is a tree nut," Hannibal explained. "Technically a seed, but yes, quite nutty. The amaretto, then?"

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uncertain_dume

Hera balanced out all the sweet things. Easy.

"The amaretto, please," Kanan decided with a nod. "I might have to get my own sambucca at some point, but I better pace myself a little better tonight."

Since he was in polite company, and all.

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sharp_as_knives

The politest!

Hannibal poured a measure of amaretto into Kanan's mug, then put both bottles away and gathered up the glasses.

"And none for you," he said, as Beethoven leaned forward on Kanan's shoulder to sniff it.