Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

This was the most crowded Hannibal could recall being in quite some time. There were several children in the master bedroom, one of whom was apparently his, her other father in another bed in his room (yes, thank you, Angela, but they were not a couple here, and you could stop looking at them like that), and Jono's friends on the pull-out couch in the living room.

On the bright side, it was a built-in audience for breakfast. So Hannibal was brewing some excellent coffee while he worked as quietly as possible at cinnamon polenta pancakes, sweet potato & pork belly hash, rosemary grapefruit, thick-cut bacon, and toast from some very good, dense bread he had.

And mimosas for the adults. He had a feeling they still might need a drink.


[OOC: open to those who stayed the night and anyone with a need to drop by!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"Apparently so," Hannibal acknowledged. At least the ones that were old enough to hold conversations were a bit easier. "Including one of my own I didn't know about. You are Karla and Warren's children?" The wings and jewels were sort of a giveaway.

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"I guess we don't hide that fact very well, huh?" Collin would also say that Kayla's screeching probably gave it away some, too. He smiled, and then fell into an informal bow - formality was reserved for people who weren't old family friends - wings fanning out behind him just slightly, so that he didn't accidentally knock anybody around with them. "I'm Collin, and the little ball of chaos that I came chasing in here is my big sister, Kayla."

A beat.

"Fandom."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Is she from a different time, or does she mature more slowly?"

When had Hannibal's life become such that he had to ask these questions?

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"It's a different timeline thing," Collin replied, and then smirked faintly. "But there's an argument in there somewhere for that 'maturing slowly' thing, too. She's not much less screechy as an adult, either."

So she was very much her mother's daughter.

Never mind the winged hellchild he'd been when he was small.