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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[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"I have wings," Collin laughed, crouching down to give the little girl a smile. There were definite traces of Uncle Jono in her psychic scent, which meant? Family. "Have you seen many people with wings before?"

He was totally stretching one out so that she could get a better look at it. Naturally, his feathers would have been white, like his father's. But he was friends with Emma Frost's girls, and they delighted in helping him color them, mostly to give his mother fits. The look he was rocking today was apparently 'giant blue jay.'

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes," she said, staring. "But I don't have wings, so it is exciting. Yours are blue!"

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"They are," Collin replied with a chuckle. The girls liked the blue. Even the tiny ones. "If you had wings, would they be blue, too?"

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe thought that over carefully.

"Could I still dress up like a princess with blue wings?"

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, of course," Collin agreed. "There are plenty of pretty princesses with blue wings, you know."

He hadn't met a single one, but there was a first for everything.

"I bet you'd make a really cute one."

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

She beamed at him.

"I wanna be one," she confided. "But Mom says it's more complicated than that."

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"More complicated? How could being a princess be complicated?" Collin grinned a little as he held his arms out, offering to pick her up. "If the stories my dad always told me while I was growing up are true at all, it only takes a glass slipper or a kiss, doesn't it?"

He had always thought those were a little ridiculous, but if this girl wanted it, who was he to dash those hopes?