Hannibal's house (that Jono now remembers), Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Today had been a mix of overcoming a hangover, finishing the preparations for class, class itself, cooking a proper breakfast and lunch, and trying to find time in between to reconnect with both himself and Jono.

Now, home from class and with nothing else to do (before they had to start planning a third wedding), Hannibal had fallen back on an assortment of berries with chocolate sauce, and coffee with brandy.

He was eating it in bed, and to hell with it. If the sheets got sauce on them, they could be washed. Or thrown out.

This was as close as Hannibal got to a Mood without being actively homicidal.

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[sharp_as_knives]

"We'll have to find out." And get in on it, yes. Hannibal sighed. "Though I'm not certain I want to know what the odds are set at."

Have a raspberry with chocolate instead. And some coffee with brandy to follow.

[furnaceface]

Oh, that was lovely. Jono was silent for a moment as he paused to relish the flavours some more.

//We could go in blind,// he suggested. //Just ask them to put some money on whatever odds have the best payout and not tell us what they figure the chances are.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"We could bet against ourselves, and sabotage the next attempt," Hannibal suggested. "That ought to finance the following one."

[furnaceface]

//Think we could figure out a way to do it without being too obvious about the whole thing?//

Because throwing failed wedding after failed wedding wasn't exactly cheap, and it was a tempting prospect.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Throw it as usual, and dare the island before we start," Hannibal suggested.

[furnaceface]

//Double-dare it, even,// Jono agreed, a little amused by the suggestion. //And then insist there's no way anything could possibly go wrong.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Perfect." The island could hardly resist, could it?

Hannibal smiled at Jono. "One way or another, it will happen. I'm incredibly stubborn, and so are you."