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sharp_as_knives) wrote2014-02-16 01:51 pm
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Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday
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!]
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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"Of course I do! Especially when momma doesn't make 'em!! These smell like cimmamon... cingamon..." She frowned and pinched her lip. "Cindimin... sonnymin..."
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She clung to his hand happily. "I smelled sweet potatoes, too! That's what woke me up. Momma and poppa an' me are onna vacation, cause I fell through a portal."
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She looked around at all the people. "Are you having a party? Is that why JJ is here?"
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Was that even a thing?
//There are certainly enough people here for it to be one, aren't there?//
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