Hannibal's home (where there's more of Jono than ever), Saturday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

They weren't expecting any visitors today, and the invitations and prep work for the wedding were done (again). So, after Jono got home from the music shop, they met in what was now the gym, though the lights had been turned down and a comfortable sort of nest set up in the middle.

[OOC: for the one mentioned!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Which was rather Hannibal's point, so he simply gave Jono an amused look.

"How is it coming?"

[furnaceface]

//It, ah,// Jono looked into the bowl and blinked. //It's whipped cream.//

Which was really rather the point, yes.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned and checked. "Still slightly loose, but yes. Keep going a little longer, and it will be perfect."

He sliced the last of the strawberries and lay wonton wrappers in the oil, keeping an eye on them.

[furnaceface]

Jono shook his head a little as he peered into the bowl, but did as he was told, getting back to whipping the cream.

//Never really did understand what it was about cream that makes it get firmer as you add more air,// he mused. //Food science.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "The fatty molecules trap the air and form a sort of skeleton holding it together." He smiled. "You're building a solid shape from a mutable one, again."

[furnaceface]

//Theme of the day, then,// Jono mused, giving Hannibal an amused look. //Don't get any ideas and come after me with a whisk, though.//

It probably wouldn't help.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed. "No whisk, I promise." He eyed the whipped cream again. "That looks perfect."

[furnaceface]

//Oh?// Jono glanced down at the bowl, taking note of the consistency of the cream before offering it back to Hannibal. //Is there, ah, anything else I should do?//

Just don't hand him a knife or anything, Hannibal. He'd be liable to take his thumb off at the moment.

[sharp_as_knives]

"No, thank you," Hannibal said. He checked the wonton wrappers, dried them a bit, and proceeded to create a multilayered tower, every bit of it just so, before drizzling it with chocolate.

"Will this do?" He asked Jono, smiling.

[furnaceface]

Jono too a moment to inspect the tower, leaning back appreciatively and nodding.

//Seems to meet all the requirements,// he mused. //Strawberries, chocolate, and cream. The, ah, are those wonton wrappers?//

They were a bit surprising, admittedly.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "They give it a bit of crunch, and a bit more weight."

He got out a fork and toasted Jono with it before eating with all his attention.

[furnaceface]

And after all they'd accomplished tonight, even Jono was a bit awestruck by not just the flavour, but also the fact that he had enough energy in him to share Hannibal's senses in the first place.

And maybe needed to take a seat.

//Oh, lord,// he said, in a tone that would be right at home in something at least slightly pornographic. //Ah, I see what y'mean...//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled and came around the counter, plate in one hand, to help Jono back up with the other. "Why don't we sit at the table? I would rather not eat standing, and we can sit side by side." Purely because touching might make the telepathy easier.

[furnaceface]

It definitely would, especially if some part of his flame was touching Hannibal at the time.

//Good plan,// Jono agreed, nodding a little and leaning against Hannibal, once again. Was he a bit sheepish about the current noodliness? Sure. But he'd figured Hannibal would at least understand. //You will get leaned on.//

Somehow, you'd have to live with this, Lecter.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I imagine I'll survive," Hannibal answered, setting his plate down and pulling two of the chairs closer together. "And I don't suppose I need to remind you how much better off you are now than after our first few sessions together, and with more work to show for it."

[furnaceface]

//Our first few sessions, you had to carry me,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling and kind of oozing into a chair. //I'm better at drawing limits, I suppose. But it's just... getting easier, too.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Both signs of your improvement, I think." Hannibal sat, taking Jono with him, and let him settle before taking another bite.

[furnaceface]

//They are,// Jono agreed, and even that agreement itself was a sign of the same. He looked faintly amused as he nuzzled in close against Hannibal and closed his eyes. //I think I wouldn't mind more of th'same...//

Improvement.

And also strawberry cream dessert.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I look forward to it." The improvement more than the dessert, but he was eating more of that now as well.