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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[furnaceface]

As if Jono had actually managed to get much in the way of sleep last night, anyway. He might as well have been back in his apartment on the floor. So he didn't actually look even remotely well rested when he made his way into the kitchen area, but then, that was Jono on any given morning.

//I have to admit, this was a much better plan than trying to haul enough mattresses over from the Boards.//

Which he'd been thinking about doing. He really hadn't been expecting more than Rinoa and Squall, and then, suddenly, everyone ever had arrived.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal paused long enough in cooking to give him a look. "Just because children are resilient doesn't mean they shouldn't have beds. And you do still have a back, which is likely not thanking you for nights on the floor." He shook his head and stirred the hash.

"You do have friends, or you could have phoned movers. So, were you attempting to punish yourself, or having second thoughts about the move?"

It was possible Jono needed a metaphoric smack upside the head. Or that Hannibal needed more coffee. Or both.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe was rumpled, her hair a mess, and sleepily rubbing her eyes when she wandered into the kitchen.

"Lots of people," she announced. "Hi! Are they all family?"

She couldn't remember having gotten to the hotel, since she'd fallen asleep before everyone had left Groovy Tunes. But Dad was around, so she wasn't upset.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

And there was a sleepy Kathe, wandering over to hug Jono's leg.

"Want up," she mumbled into his knee.

[furnaceface]

//I... Well, last weekend, I was busy being a rockstar, apparently. Before that, there were unicorns being mass-murdered. I managed to avoid ending up with breasts, but I was working on class schedules that weekend. Before that, I was mute, and getting in touch with movers wasn't exactly priority. I have a mattress, you know. In my room. I did manage to get that far.//

Which didn't actually explain why he hadn't done any moving through the week, aside from his Groovy Tunes shift and training up new employees,and...

//Can't really phone anybody, and didn't want to be a bother. I had enough for me to get by.//

He really did need that smack upside the head.

[furnaceface]

Oh, tiny sleepy adorable shy baby. Rumpled and exhausted as he was, that didn't stop Jono's expression from softening as he crouched down to pick her up again.

//Of course, Kitten,// he replied, giving her a little bounce on his hip. //And look, there's breakfast on the way, luv. Hannibal is making pancakes. You like pancakes, right?//

They were probably much better than any pancakes Jono had ever made.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You can text," Hannibal pointed out. "And as anybody is welcome to say no, I doubt that asking would be a bother. I will get Dracula's help to move you if necessary," he said, exasperated.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"I'm hungry," Kayla announced as she entered the room--sauntering through the closed door. "Something smells tasty can I have some?" She put on her most pathetic expression and looked around at whatever adults were in the room. Surely, someone would feed her. "Nommy tried to cook us breakfast but then the mikerwave made a whoomping noise and then there was smoke and a bright light and he said that we weren't supposed tell, but I'm telling because he is dumb!"

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Uncle Jommo!" Kayla said, fluttering at him. "Nommy is big and won't stop it and I'm hungry and--" she paused, backwinging in place and giving the little girl in his arms a dirty look. "Who's that?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal blinked at the little girl, then at Jono. "Another of yours?"

He turned back to the girl. "Of course you may, but it's not done yet, Miss...?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good morning, Miss Kathe," Hannibal said with a smile. "I'm Angela's father, Hannibal. Do you remember me?" She'd been rather sleepy when they'd met yesterday.

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Kayla!" And now her big brother was also coming through the door, with another, smaller boy trailing along behind. "Kayla, you know the rules about just walking into other people's rooms without knocking. It's rude."

Said the boy who had also done exactly that. Please ignore that? He ruffled his wings a little, and then looked up.

"Sorry, she gets kind of... we were going to go downstairs? For food down there."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shook his head. Apparently they were going to have any number of surprises. He assessed the food he had and started in on a Quiche Lorraine as well.

"She's quite enthusiastic," Hannibal noted. "Please, have a seat; there is plenty for everyone."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Unca Hanni!" Kayla all-but shrieked when she saw him, launching herself at him, arms opened wide. "Unca Hanni, you're here! You'll feed me, right? Nommy is trying to staaaaarve me!"

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Unca Jommo is here," Kayla said, rolling her eyes at him. Nommy: living proof that no matter how big someone was, they could still be stupid. "I could feel him. I dun haveta knock for Unca Jommo."

[angelo_wings]

The sounds of kids and smells of breakfast really weren't conducive to sleeping in. At least Rinoa was better than she used to be about being awoken abruptly.

And it was probably for the best that she shuffle off the pull-out before Pluma surfaced and wondered why Mommy was curled up with that Squall character. Really not a conversation she was looking forward to.

So she swept her hair out of her eyes and somehow, managed to stand up. And now, to brave the kitchen. There was food there. Maybe some of it was even for her.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal blinked and caught her mostly on reflex. Unca Hanni?

"Of course I will," he told her. "The food will be ready shortly. Do you think you could set the table?" And try not to wake up Rinoa, Squall, Angela, and JJ, but he had a feeling if they weren't already up, they could sleep through anything.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Oh, probably!

"I like them with syrup," Kathe said, smiling and leaning into him. Maybe clinging just a little. "And milk."

Milk was good for everything!

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

"No," she said, blinking up at him and smiling. "I'm sorry. It is nice to meet you now, Mister Hannibal."

[clonewelldone]

Angela had woken up when Kathe scrambled over her to get out of bed, but took the time to wash up and get at least family-presentable before heading into the main room. So she was dressed in the pajamas ather had handwavily called the local clothing store for, but her face was clean and her hair was brushed.

"Mm. That smells delicious." And not like human, but then, there were other people around.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It's nice to meet you properly, too. You like pancakes, then?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Ah, a calmer face. Despite the oddity of her being his daughter, at least she was a bit quieter than some of the others. "Thank you," he told her with a nod. He began plating things as they finished. "It should be almost ready."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Okay, sure!" Kayla said, more than happy to help Unca Hanni. Because he was going to feed her! "I can do it! Just watch!"

Spoiler: Kayla didn't actually know how to set the table. They had servants at home for that kind of thing. The only reason she knew how to clean her room was because her parents realized that she needed to learn some kind of responsibility.

But surely enthusiasm would cover any mistakes ignorance would have her make. Surely!

"Ummm..." Okay where did people keep all the things that went on the table? Oooh, scavenger hunt!

[clonewelldone]

"Here; I can help." Angela tied her hair in a knot to keep it out of the way, grabbed a platter, and started neatly arranging the bacon. Father looked like he wanted to argue, and she rolled her eyes at him. "I've been helping since I was little. You taught me."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal let her help, mostly in the interest of keeping the peace, and relaxed as she actually did seem to know what she was doing.