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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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

When it was unavoidable, Squall put on a fake smile and headed out to deal with the menagerie. "Good morning, everyone! Did you sleep well?"

...He was good for about ten minutes of this, and then he'd be over in the corner sulking.

[glacial_queen]

Possibly less, with the way Karla was pointing and laughing at him. "That's rich," she said. "Who are you expecting to fall for it?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm not expecting anyone to 'fall for' anything," Squall grumbled. "I'm just trying to be personable, for the kids. Don't make me regret it."

[glacial_queen]

"Kiss kiss," which she meant as both a greeting and an audible lack of a promise to do anything of the sort. "Don't worry. I, for one, am glad to be back amongst the surly. Last time I said that in court, several people volunteered."

Warren had growled.