Hannibal's house (which Jono won't be in for long), Friday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal marched into the music room to where Jono was playing guitar and held out a bouquet of strawberries. "Happy birthday." With his other hand, he held out Jono's voucher from Portalocity. "I've booked us a portal to Sweden; the standard hotel next to the icehotel is open in summer now."

And it didn't smell overpoweringly of cheese.

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[furnaceface]

//Not unless complaining gets me something good,// Jono replied, watching Hannibal coil the rope on the bed with a keen interest, now. //It rarely does, so I suppose I'll have to admit that I enjoy it when you tease, instead.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"And I tease because you enjoy it," Hannibal said, grinning. And because he did, to be honest, but that went without saying.

He held out his hand for Jono's.

[furnaceface]

Jono gave Hannibal another soft psionic purr of approval, holding his hand out readily for Hannibal to take.

//That works out nicely for me, then, doesn't it?//

Lucky, lucky birthday boy.