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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[xboyz.livejournal.com]

"Our actual school uniforms used to have some plaid, but they got rid of it when the town's school went to all plaid uniforms. Now we have just blue jackets and slacks or skirts and stuff. And ties, ugh."

He waved his fork. "The junior team uniforms finally got changed to just a simple black armor with colour accents to identify our levels. Makes it easier for the teachers to spot someone working above their grade since they may not know who we are, you know?"

At least, if you weren't BFFs with someone who could make the uniforms look different to different people. Cough.

[clonewelldone]

"I like ties!" Angela protested. She was in several ways her father's daughter. "Boys in ties are hot," she said with a grin.